Tell me, what’s the worst best car you’ve had? Everyone has a car they feel should never have existed, you can come up with those all day long. It would be way too easy to say “tell me which car you outright hated, and loathed to ever be spotted in public driving”. It’s the Toyota Corolla, right? No brainer. No, this is the tell me which car you loved, but yet hated at the same time because of “X”. For example, I loved my Honda CRX, but hated that it was turned into a miniature sarcophagus after the slightest impact from the side rendering it a paperweight or I loved my “X”, but the electrical gremlins kept the relationship from blossoming. This could be particularly true of any fans of British sports cars of the 60’s variety (i.e. Lucas Electrics).
My own submission for this post (besides the aforementioned Honda CRX which was wonderful in almost every way) was a 1964 Sierra Gold Cadillac Fleetwood Sixty Special Sedan. Oh yeah, it looked good! Sure it was roomy which checks a box for a big guy like me, cruised down the road with ease, had power for days (429 ci), every conceivable option known available at the time, and floated over any railroad crossings with ease. Our relationship only began to sour when it came to maintenance on this classic. There was one incident when it was dumping gas on top of the manifold, but we can delve into that at a later date. I took it to a garage that serviced light trucks in order to have a new exhaust installed. Seems straightforward, right? I dropped the caddy off, and a little over an hour later I received a call to come collect it. I was certainly impressed with the efficiency of this shop in getting me and out so quickly. That joy however soon turned to surprise, then to dismay, and finally replaced with disappointment when I arrived at the shop they told me they didn’t install the exhaust system. When I pressed them for the reason the shop manager told be the work was not completed because none of the lifts in this shop, which by the way serviced trucks, could lift the caddy. And just in case you’re curious a ’64 Fleetwood weighs around 4,800 pounds.
The backup story to nominate the caddy involved of one of best friends, Gene, and I traipsing through a historic junkyard outside Corydon Indiana searching for an exhaust manifold before the sun set and we would have been given up for lost. All in all it was a wonderful car, except that when it came time to do anything other that refuel it it caused issues for those around it. I feel that’s the price you pay for daily driving a classic, and I accept that. And it ranks 3rd on my all time “bad” automotive relationships list besides the already mentioned CRX, which was crushed by a Buick and which may explain why I still have some animosity towards the marque when the topic comes up today. Number one on the list is my 2014 VW TDI Jetta SportWagen. Just for the record I still love diesels.
What’s been the worst best car you’ve had?