My dad when he was alive ( R.I.P dad ) had some crummy cars, in the early 90s he owned an immaculate and well cared for 2.1 Volvo 240 and without warning one day my brother who was 16 at the time opened his bedroom blinds and sitting in our driveway was a red 1.2 Lada Riva.
My bro let out such a yell. I nearly corpsed from laughing. To say that car was a pile of shit is an understatement. My mum used the cig lighter and the electrics blew, to overtake you needed 1 mile of no traffic coming the other way, the gearstick came off in dads hand, bro,'s mate when in the car wore a shopping bag on his head etc etc and the list goes on and on...
What was the biggest pile of shit your dad drove and tell us about that car.
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We had a very cool old Morris with a tailgate and canvas hood. Sitting in the passenger seat you could see the road rushing by underneath through the huge rust holes in the cabin floor.
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EDIT I think the most difficult to get started on a cold morning must have been the dull green Morris series Z van
Seriously: If you value it, take/fetch it yourself
It went wrong. A lot.
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Of the cars I remember as a kid, the 1970s British Leyland Triumph 2500 estates he had three of in succession as company cars were fairly shit - he worked for a BL subcontractor so there was no choice, and it was pretty much the only estate model available - they were great when they went well, but all had fairly major faults and were unreliable. The most hilarious was the second one - the fuel injection was quite primitive in those days, and on this particular one if he pressed down slightly too hard on the accelerator it would take off like you'd engaged afterburners, and then the tailgate would pop open because the bodyshell didn't fit properly .
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1 Austin Maxi. Death trap, big holes in the floor. Put kids in something like that these days and Social Services would get involved.
2 Triumph Stag. A fine example of 70's British engineering. It broke down everytime we went anywhere in it. It lasted about six weeks.
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My first car was a MK1 Viva that my sister couldn't sell so she gave to me. I had it for a bit then,IIRC, got £50 in scrap value. My mate Pete had a Triumph Dolomite that was so rusty the passenger foot well had basically gone. You had to sit cross legged and could see the road underneath. The 80s wasn't all shoulder pads and anti poll tax rallies.
He also had some totally crap Fiat - I don’t remember the model but it didn’t like the cold and would break down if it got below a certain temperature - we lived at the top of hill in Scotland - so that went well!
Oh and of course the Saab 99 - no rear seatbelts since it was the 70's and the back doors randomly opened when cornering, eventually one of the front wheels came off while he was driving this portable death trap. Looking back it’s a bloody miracle I made it to adulthood
My dad's first to last cars - 1959-1977
Standard 8
Vauxhall Victor Mk1
Triumph Herald 12/50
Triumph Herald 13/60
Whilst dad sat with the paper up covering his face, He heard from the car as the key was turned..A rum rum rum rum rum......A rum rum rum rum......A rum rum rum rum rum rum......A rum rum rum rum rum rum rum rum rum rumrum...skreeeeeech.....dpppfffffftttdd.
As dad sat in convulsions behind the paper, he heard loud swearing from inside the car, the thud of a car door slamming shut that sent a shockwave around the globe and the sound of a family going back indoors before their front door whammed shut behind them.
Dad could harcly speak as he was telling me about it, wish i had been there to see it happen..
just about recall my dad having an Anglia
When we took over the family business in 1974 (music shop) my dad purchased a Fiat 900T van (think that is the model) - about as powerful as a lawn mover - I called it a hamster wagon as it was just about larger enough to get a hamster in it - But for deliveries in the early stages of the business it did its job - he went from that to a used 4.2 Jag - chalk n cheese
My dad also had a Porsche 911 for a while - a 996, which was a rather careworn high-mile example. It was riddled with faults and spent more time off the road being fixed than on it. It was awesome when it worked though. His current "fun" second car is a Mercedes SL350 which, again, is a significant improvement - if not in performance, then certainly in reliability