The last straw was when I got out of it one day, mind you I had already turned the key off and was standing outside the car with the keys in my hand - AND IT WAS STILL RUNNING. There is probably a mechanical explanation for it but I did not wait around for it. I went right in the house and called somebody to take it away. We took things out and trashed it so no one would want to buy it after it was out of our hands.
Laz would haunt it.
My ‘89 VW Golf was semi-jokingly called “the Flying Dutchman”.
It had a seatbelt that would sometimes not unlatch.
But there was nothing wrong with the latch.
And I was the only person it did that to.