Here is the story of an 83 Cadillac Coupe de Ville.
The driver’s side door worked for a sum total of about 2 months. No biggy.
There was a big hole in the bottom of the trunk, which was convenient if you had anything that needed washed back there and happened to drive through a rainstorm.
The muffler fell off somewhere in the Ocala National Forest. I consider mufflers to be largely cosmetic- again, no biggy.
Somewhere in NJ, I think, the entire coolig system blew up. Cooling systems are not cosmetic, and, yes, the bill hurt.
A few days later, up near the Adirondacks, I lost the power steering. Power steering is cosmetic.
Looking for a Phish show in Austin, TX, power brakes went out. I didn’t realize at the time that power brakes are also cosmetic, and spent too much getting them fixed.
Back in FL, a couple of weeks later, the brakes go out again.
Battery dies. I give up.
(2 months pass) Friends convince me to take it on a road trip, since “we don’t need to stop.”
Somewhere in NM, the hi-beams refuse to turn off. The power-draw somehow makes the lights go completely off. Which is not what you want in the desert at night. In MacGyver fasten, we attach a rope from the turn-signal stick, through the steering wheel, to the coathook in the back seat passenger side.
Driver Number 3 makes a U-turn, ripping the turn-signal out of the steering wheel and leaving us with no lights. Time to stop for the night.
The next day, we figure out that disabling the hi-beams will allow us to drive with low beams only. We shove a screw-driver into the steering column to signal.
One passenger drops a dime in a cigarette lighter. Bye bye internal lights and climate control of any sort.
The seat-adjustment mechanism conveniently gives out while the tallest driver is in the seat. Because of the situation with the brakes, the shorter amongst us are forced to shove a frame-pack behind us when driving to get the leverage needed to brake.
The tape player worked. On 2/3 speed.
And you all speak to me of such silly things-
cruise control, power locks/windows, windshield wipers, interior lights. Pah!
The thing that pissed me off most about this car was the fact that the damn thing kept going and going and going and. . .