Right now I'm driving a 1997 Grand Am in racing red.
I bought it in 2003. It's been great and just recently I had the brakes redone which was the first major repair job.
However my luck with cars before this one has been a nightmare. (Long but funny story ahead)
First car of my own was a 1992 Chrysler Dynasty. Total POS. Got it in November 2000.
In March of 2001 I suffered a serious injury at work, and had to be taken to the hospital for surgery (I nearly cut my left thumb off- I'm AOK now). So I left the car at work in the parking lot (I work at a supermarket). I was released from the hospital at 8:30pm and decided to pick up my car the next day.
At 12am I got a call from the police department saying that they have my car; it had been stolen, and they caught the robbers (three punk kids). My car had to remain in the impound for three days while the insurance inspector came down to assess the damage. Then another four days in the shop to complete repairs.
I got my car back on a Monday.
Saturday the same week, my car was stolen out of the parking lot at work again! Middle of the freakin' day at 5pm! I couldn't believe it!! I immediately reported it to the police.
I thought my insurance was going to give me the run around (so it was stolen again huh? ), but they treated me better than the first time around.
This time I got a call three weeks later: my car was found about 75 miles away. I had to drive to that city to sign the release form to have it towed back to my home town. When they got it to the shop, they told me the car was a write off. They had driven it until the engine seized. The insurance actually gave me about $300 more than what I paid for it.
So I ended up getting a 1993 Ford Taurus for about $2800. What a mistake.
Had to replace the rad first.
Then the waterpump went.
Then a bizarre thing- the car would not start unless I fiddled with a connection wire in front of the rad. I would shove my snowbrush down there and wring it back and forth- it would start afterward.
Put in a new battery- seem to work at first, then it started doing it again.
Had the alternator replaced- didn't fix the problem (although I did need a new alternator).
Replaced the starter. No luck there.
I decided to live with the problem. In April of 2003 the head gasket finally went. My car was spewing gas like a smokescreen from a James Bond movie!
It was then that I bought the Grand Am at a local GM dealership. They asked me if I had something to trade-in. "Yeah I've got a 93 Taurus." I said.
"Can you get here on Monday, say 5pm?"
"Well... I can get it here."
They told me they would give me about $550 for it without having seen it first.
The day I had to take the Taurus to the dealership (about a mile and a half drive), I was praying the whole time, "just don't stall baby... just a little further... ok I can see the dealership... were almost there..."
I pulled in, and the car was smoking like an out of control barbecue. I could see the guys in the window of the dealership staring in amazement at me.
I went into the dealership and sat down in one of the offices. In the hallway I could hear two of the employees talking to each other: "Did you see that (bleeping) car pull in?!"
All I could think was, "It's your car now!"