1985 Chevrolet Camaro Z-28
This car didn't suck, at first. I mean, hell, I was 19 and I thought owning a camaro would be the coolest thing in the world, and it was, right up until the day after I bought it for about $1000 from some poor old woman who could barely see over the steering wheel (don't ask how she came about owning it, I certainly don't know). Day 2 of ownership I realized the folly of owning a bright red V8 "sports car". COPS LOVE IT. Yeah now I've got numerous tickets, but that's not the worst part by far! Oooh noo. To start with, the T-tops NEVER sealed properly. Now, I live in Western Washington (god bless it) and a very important part of living there is a car in which the roof DOESN'T LEAK. I never had to shower, though, just drive around in the rain. On top of that, I broke not one, not two, but SIX power steering belts before I finally figured out that one of the pulleys had a slight wobble in it causing the belt to break after a couple of weeks. Now lets see, what else...oh yes. One of the plastic T-joint-thingy (yeah I said thingy! Bite me!) connecting two of my radiator hoses just up and disintegrated one day, forcing me to jury rig a new connection with some duct-tape and a 15mm socket wrench connector. God bless duct tape. Then one of my moron room-mates BROKE my passenger side T-top (not the car's fault, exactly, but dammit it just wasn't cool). The crowning moment, though, was when I went to start the POS one day and the ignition lock FELL OFF. You heard me. It didn't just break, it straight-up fell onto the floorboard with the key still in it. Lucky for me, I was able to start it buy breaking off part of the steering column paneling and force start it by using a screwdriver to pull back the starting mechanism (a friend taught me that trick and it really works!!). So I had a Camaro with one T-top, duct tape and ghetto-rig parts under the hood, and no ignition lock. And lets not get started on the gas mileage!
Bryan Dixon