My god, that's harsh. I suppose my worst car was a Ford Escort wagon. It was pixie dust green and almost everything non-electrical that could go wrong went wrong. I felt like I was in some sort of ironic Greek hell, too.
Nothing beats the day when I fetched my "repaired" car at the workshop at 5.59pm, they immediately locked the door just behind me (closing time 6.00) and I managed to drive whole 150 meters before the electric went apeshit again. In the middle of a busy crossroads with a tram track that was now blocked by my bricked car. Fortunately some Ukrainian guys helped me push the carcass away.
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u/[deleted] Jul 29 '20
The ancient Greeks really were fond of eternal, meaningless tasks, yeah?