"Dammed Dodge", '77 K-car. Horsemits' mom gave it to her, I swear it was done to torture me. <span style="font-style: italic">Every</span> time ~I~ drove that thing some component would fail. Timing belt, brake master (THREE times), heater valve, P/S pump, steering rack, front strut(s), it went on and on.
Herself called it the Dodge "Insipid". She could drive it for months with no issue but as soon as I would sit in the driver's seat, it would drop some part or fluid on th' pavement. Eeevile, man-hating thing!
One of the finest days of my life was when I saw the butt-end of that thing on a Jerr-Dan, headed for an American Legion hog-lot.
Oh... and one drive resulted in the headliner suddenly flopping down and wrapping itself over my head, effectively blinding me on an Interstate trip.... HATEFUL car, I tell ya. Malicious, malignant, hateful <span style="font-style: italic">beast</span>.