miraculously, it came back to life.
Thank God for Ronald Reagan and the '80's.
I blew snot when I scrolled down and saw that picture.
That was a hideous car. My dad had one. It was vomit-inducingly bad.
Unbelievable plastic interior, with that weird bumpy texture, all topped off by poorly crafted and mated parts.
On my dad’s car, new, was a gap where the plastic inner door handle mated, and there was flashing...untrimmed flashing spilling at the seam.
That was a low point for American industry, or at least the auto industry.
My God, it’s my sister’s ‘76 Mustang that I taught her how to shift when I was 14 years old. She bought it new and couldn’t drive a standard shift.
That version of the “mustang” was just a pinto with a bigger butt.