![]() Hood contacts the headlight entire panel shapes don’t line up interior panel alignment is all off. The fit and finish is worse than my British-built car that was put together by three guys in the back of a barn. Sounds like Tesla botched something up before delivery and did a shoddy job repairing it I bought it new with 14 miles on it, but the detail guy putting on the PPE assumed I had gotten it used since it looks like the rear quarter panel had already been repainted (and poorly at that), and there was a lot more pot-marking on the flares. I can honestly say a new 2022 Model S Plaid is the worst car I’ve ever owned. Gotta love German cars, don’t ya? I’ve always thought this generation C-class (pre-facelift) was desperately pretty. But I loved it - and hated it - and now I have a goddamned Accord.ĭuring the time of $6/gal premium gas in my area my plug-in hybrid was undriveable so I was dailying my 2000 XK8 - dailying a car that gets 15mpg on premium.įor those in the back: my trustworthy, reliable car was a 22-year-old JAGUAR. In the two and a half years I owned this car it spent six months undriveable. Unfortunately it had a fondness for air suspension collapses, check-engine lights, and random inexplicable electronic maladies (phantom collision alerts) - all made worse by parts that took months to arrive. During the gas price hike this summer it would have been able to drive me to and from work on electricity only. When it was working, it was an absolute *joy* to drive the electric assist (a motor in the gearbox where the torque converter would otherwise be) supplemented the 2-liter turbocharged engine with some low-end shove - a total of 443 lb-ft. Also replacing it with another 1983 Ford product is a bold move. Good move on scrapping it, though I fear you may have held on too long. The Escort is one of those cars that just represents 1980s American junk to me. I bought a 1983 Mercury Capri for $700, it lasted me 2-1/2 years without a whimper. The mechanic called me a few days later, told me the timing belt had snapped, so I decided to cut my losses, mailed the title to the mechanic and told him to scrap the car. The next morning, I grabbed my gear out of the car, ripped out the Krako cassette deck I had installed in the car and hitchhiked to the nearest Greyhound station and got home 14 hours later. I had the car towed to the nearest garage and found a motel for the night. That engine blew eight months later, leaving me stranded in the Poconos about 125 miles from home. Too many issues to go into, but it seemed to be in the shop at least once a month and I maxxed out two credit cards to keep this turd on the road.įirst engine blew at 68,000 miles, I paid a friend $750 and my VCR to drop a used 32K mile engine into it. Purchased used with under 10K miles from a dealer who was later indited for shady business practices. ![]()
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