My first car was a Pinto.
I loved that little blue bucket of bolts.
You had to stick a pencil in the carburetor to get it to start.
And the fuel gauge lied through its teeth! It would run out of gas when the needle was on 3/8’s full.
(It only fooled me once!)
It was the model that supposedly blew up on impact if it was in an accident. (Something about the gas tank location.)
I also had the Goodyear tires that were defective.
One day I was on my way to have my brakes fixed when I rear ended a police car.
I kid you not!
It was bumper to bumper traffic so we weren’t going very fast, and I only ‘tapped’ him, but still….a COP!
I was mortified.
As he got out of the car to come back to me I was jabbering about how I was on my way RIGHT THEN to have my brakes fixed! Honestly!
He looked at my license as he listened to me blathering on and on, and said, “Go straight to the garage and BE CAREFUL!”
He didn’t even write me a ticket!
I guess he figured I wouldn’t be stupid enough to hit a cop if I wasn’t normally a law-abiding citizen! (I guess it didn't hurt to be cute, young and female either! LOL)
(That little four cylinder rattle trap also eluded a patrol car one night. But that’s a different story.)