The worst car I had by far was the red Nissan Pulsar. It was absolutely horrible. It ended up riding on the back of a tow truck more than on the road. I could never go anywhere without wondering if I would get back home. It was a true lemon, but it made me like Jeff in the fact that I would never buy any kind of Nissan again. I then had an maroon Oldsmobile Cutlass that had belonged to my father. I actually still have that car and use it in the winter a lot cause it is front wheel drive. I now have a black Mustang which I completely love. Jeff, I think the Mustang II was when they were having a lot of problems with Mustangs. I'm not sure about that, but I believe so. I'm a major Mustang fan. I always have been.
Holy crap!
Jack, I'm dying here because the car I had after the Chevette--in fact the only car that to date has been in my name--was a gold and black Nissan Pulsar, the first model year (1983), and I never had a bit of trouble with it. (Dad sold the Chevette when I bought the Pulsar.)
The Pulsar originally belonged to a friend with whom I shared an apartment back home in Lancaster for about nine months in 1983-84. His mother worked for the local Nissan dealer, the car was special ordered, and brand new when my friend Ron got it. In the spring of 1984 he got a job and moved to Boston and at the time wasn't able to afford Massachusetts insurance rates on the vehicle. I envied that car--sporty, front-wheel drive and all--so I bought it from him.
Two years later I moved to Philadelphia for a job and had no place to put the car, so it stayed in Lancaster in a rented garage, and I drove it when I went home for visits. On three occasions for extended periods I rented garage space in Philadelphia to keep the car here. The last time, I was thinking of keeping it here permanently, but garaging it would have been expensive, and then the Philadelphia DA, somewhat misguidedly, began to crack down on Philadelphians who registered cars outside the city to avoid city insurance rates. The Pulsar was only ever registered at my parents' address in Lancaster, so back upstate she went.
Finally, in the spring of '97, with my dad's assistance, I reluctantly decided to sell her. She was 14 years old but very low mileage because of only being driven locally several times a year for nine years, but I felt it wise to sell her before she started to need major repairs.
I loved that car. Never a bit of trouble with it. Still have a framed photograph of it!
Truman, where you been all day, bud?
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