Milo_DeTeckel
Milo_DeTeckel Gee, you read about it. My parents, neighbors, friends and myself actually lived it.
Quite an assumption on your part. I got my driver’s license in 1969, so I must have been there–I was just showing you something you could read. My father has a ’56 Oldsmobile that he used every weekend to go to another part of NYC for his business, and every time he had to stop at the Triborough Bridge to pay the toll it would stall and not restart, to the point where the workers there knew him on a first name basis. I had a ’61 Rambler Classic that was known for a front suspension system the used trunions that were virtually guaranteed to fail (and couldn’t get fixed for lack of parts). My father went through so many cars back then I can hardly count, although he did have a DeSoto he considered reliable, even though I recall that it broke down as well, and my parents finally bought their first new car in 1965, a Plymouth Belvedere II that was reasonably reliable and went about 95,000 miles (I got to junk it). Before getting the Plymouth, he would have to get another car about every year or two because of their failures–we had a ’49 Mercury, a ’54 Ford Fairlane, the DeSoto, the Olds, etc. My Chevys ('66 Chevy II and ’81 Malibu) leaked every fluid that they held–see here. Admittedly, before the Plymouth he had only used cars, but there used to be that saying back then that buying a used car was buying someone else’s headache. Since I started buying Hondas and Mazdas once I got on my feet to afford them new financially in the mid 1980s I have experienced virtually no major problems. Like it or not, the Japanese transformed the industry from crap to mainstream decent.
