Holy. Shit. That is epic-ly bad.
Right?!? It's like some kind of deformed unicorn.
That's hilarious. I can only imagine diving out of a burning shitbox like that. (Know Allatoona well. Every time we drive north to the mountains I try and hit up my buddy with a wake-boat there for a few tows.)
Hahaha. My college roommate had an Omni; late-80s I think. Stick. You could jam it in any gear at any speed with zero clutch and get the same result: lots of smoke and zero power. We drove it to a college about 3 hours away and it drank 6 whole quarts of oil. One way. He'd pull off to the side every so often to check the oil and dump another quart in - not that any gauges or warning lights worked (including the speedo), he just was in tune with the poor car.
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I still call it The Jake.
On a more modern note, behold, the shittiest modern car made...
The 2002 BMW 745. We work on several of them and I try every time to convince the people to get rid of them. Guy calls today on one that he's dumped several thousand into it, now it's setting secondary air faults. He's complaining that he's had to put too much money into this car, I tell him, "Umm, we had this conversation about a year and several thousand dollars ago..."
Missed this before. That's fucking great.
Ha, too true. you see the '01 745i routinely on worst cars lists. As if the Bangle design wasn't bad enough to deter you, you had the worst of the iDrive system which I'm convinced its only purpose was to periodically zap various components dead at random. What a shitbox.
I still call it The Jake.
My mom had an Eagle.
Then she had a Pontiac Parisienne like this one.
I drove it for a while in high school. Had three couples hooking up in at the same time one night.
Then she got a Roadmaster like this one. That thing hauled ass and you could fit a pizza on the dashboard.
Speaking of Griswolds, I get to see this beauty every day off my back deck.py photo but sure enough, "Honky Lips" is spraypainted on the rear quarter panel. Brings a smile to my face every damn day.
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those woody wagons are sweet.
I would drive the shit out of either of those.
how about this:
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All you Crown Vic lovers--try getting a girl to go for a ride in one. She's gonna think you're a narc for sure. And if anyone was ever laid in the back seat of one, she had a gun to her head. But if you celibate crackers who took auto shop instead of math in high school are lusting after a CV, knock yourself out.
I didn't notice--has this one been mentioned yet?
Regarding the Pinto--Malcolm Gladwell did a piece about them in one of his books. Statistically the Pinto had no more deaths per mile driven than any other comparable car--but the mode of death was particularly gruesome and as the article pointed out, easily and cheaply preventable. I was glad to be rid of mine. It did get a fuel tank upgrade while I had it.
Scientists now have decisive molecular evidence that humans and chimpanzees once had a common momma and that this lineage had previously split from monkeys.
Forgot about this one which definitely deserves a place in the motoring hall of shame. My first and only minivan - the execrable Ford Windstar!
Our 1995 was the same celery green color as the one shown above. This pos which we bought new reinforced the adage that I managed to forget about never buying a car from the first production year. After 2 years an about 40k miles the trans and head gaskets let go at about the same time. After 35k more miles and 7 more head gasket failures (paid for by Ford after much wrangling) and one more tranny. I gave up and donated this pig for a tax deduction.
Damn, we're in a tight spot!
Why is that? I've seen the same thing. It's like all Ford Windstars went to Crown Heights to die.
Old black men love a 1996 Chevy conversion van - with or without the high top.
Amish and Mennonites are devotees of the 1989 Ford Econoline 15 passenger.
And if anyone is looking to find the largest collection of Buick Rendevous still on the road I believe I found them all on a recent business trip to Detroit. Same for its cousin the Saturn Vue. A real dedicated crowd to these miserable shitboxes.
I still call it The Jake.
What a bunch of freeloaders.
It was a joke. But if their furniture prices are any indication, a barn will cost quite a bit more than a free ride in a passenger van.
This thread is about worst cars ever not cars you don't like. The Crown Victoria is a fine automobile, later models are really nice. There's a reason for it's longevity as a police car and taxi. If you can't get laid driving a Crown Vic that says more about you than the car.
I'd drive this car
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Let's not forget the Audi Sport Quattro
Years produced: 1983–1984
A friend of mine had one and said it was a money pit. Mind you he loved the car but sold it a year later.
No love for the pt cruiser convertible?
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