my first car was an ‘85 Chevi Cavalier. dark blue. all function, not so much in the form department. you could not stop this thing. large parts would just fall off and it never even seemed to matter. turn the radio up to mask the noise and you were good to go. my parents though it was wise to trade in my Chevi in to get themselves a new Mitsubishi, giving me their old Mitsubishi. my car was maybe the only car in my family’s history that was able to be driven away. the Mitsubishi that I was given lasted me about 2 months before she was dead and gone. Granted, she was never loved.