A 1984 Ford Escort 4-door. White, grey plaid cloth and vinyl interior, utterly insipid 4-cyl engine (it helped going up hills if you turned off the A/C). It stranded me or developed a major problem every year that I owned it. Timing belt broke at 2 am one cold Sunday morning, for instance; I was always buying batteries at Sears (which might have been part of the problem); something in the ignition system went out on a hot afternoon in traffic; etc. As soon as I could afford it I traded for a solid Olds Cutlass coupe and never looked back.
And to nominate it as the worst car is saying something, as its predecessor was a 1975 (?) Volvo 164 sedan that caught fire while I was driving it and burned end to end in a few minutes. That one I only drove for a month or two. The Escort hung around my neck for 6.5 years.
And to nominate it as the worst car is saying something, as its predecessor was a 1975 (?) Volvo 164 sedan that caught fire while I was driving it and burned end to end in a few minutes. That one I only drove for a month or two. The Escort hung around my neck for 6.5 years.