Worst car you've had the misfortune of driving!
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For me it was a Vauxhall Corsa 1.0
It was a courtesy car from a paint shop that was doing some work on a 1.0 Lupo. Now the Lupo wasn't great but the Corsa was something else, I don't think it had one redeeming feature. The engine, harsh. The ride, wallowy. The interior, nasty. And the steering, dear god the steering, it was heavy but no feel.
I appreciate it was a courtesy car so probably had quite a hard life. The biggest shock was because I used to have a Nova, how can a car manufacturer make a newer model worse?
Example of the offender.
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It was a courtesy car from a paint shop that was doing some work on a 1.0 Lupo. Now the Lupo wasn't great but the Corsa was something else, I don't think it had one redeeming feature. The engine, harsh. The ride, wallowy. The interior, nasty. And the steering, dear god the steering, it was heavy but no feel.
I appreciate it was a courtesy car so probably had quite a hard life. The biggest shock was because I used to have a Nova, how can a car manufacturer make a newer model worse?
Example of the offender.
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A Ford Ka - a courtesy car from a Porsche specialist - it had fecked power steering that was downright dangerous. When I took it back they told me that it didn't have power steering.
Strange that it had a reservoir and pipes under the bonnet though...
Wasn't impressed at the work they did on my car either.
Strange that it had a reservoir and pipes under the bonnet though...
Wasn't impressed at the work they did on my car either.
I bought a Renault 5 once.
There was a rust hole around the windscreen I could get a clenched fist through.
The brakes didn't really do so much braking as wheel locking above 30mph.
I removed the interior.
The exhaust was intact, in the same way as a cheese grater is intact.
It was carbed
so no rev limiter, just less and less power as the car screamed blue murder.
The head gasket was gone, but I only lived 1.2 miles away from work so it would get there, just about, before rapidly expanding engine components caused it to come grinding to a halt. After it blew a 5 pence piece sized hole in a rad hose I taped it up and carried on driving it. After that became completely ineffective at preventing a geyser of steam to protrude from the bonnet I simply stopped filling it with water and continued driving it.
The starter motor went, so it had to be bump started each and every time.
I mashed each panel in with a hammer, a uniquely liberating experience, I recommend it to anyone.
I used to run down my drive way, jump on the bonnet, drop onto my arse onto it's roof and then slide down the back of it when I left the house.
I loved my Renault 5.
eta: I also turned into a lane on the way to work, misjudging the turn and hitting two, stacked, one ton bags of sand left at the end of the lane, smashing a headlight in the process and buggering the alignment of wing, bumper, bonnet. Whilst the car coming the other way looked on (with the occupants faces resembling examples of pure horror) I simply roared with laughter, reversed back a little bit to let the oncoming car through and continued on, tears streaming down my face at the situation that had unfolded.
There was a rust hole around the windscreen I could get a clenched fist through.
The brakes didn't really do so much braking as wheel locking above 30mph.
I removed the interior.
The exhaust was intact, in the same way as a cheese grater is intact.
It was carbed
so no rev limiter, just less and less power as the car screamed blue murder.The head gasket was gone, but I only lived 1.2 miles away from work so it would get there, just about, before rapidly expanding engine components caused it to come grinding to a halt. After it blew a 5 pence piece sized hole in a rad hose I taped it up
and carried on driving it. After that became completely ineffective at preventing a geyser of steam to protrude from the bonnet I simply stopped filling it with water and continued driving it.The starter motor went, so it had to be bump started each and every time.
I mashed each panel in with a hammer, a uniquely liberating experience, I recommend it to anyone.
I used to run down my drive way, jump on the bonnet, drop onto my arse onto it's roof and then slide down the back of it when I left the house.
I loved my Renault 5.
eta: I also turned into a lane on the way to work, misjudging the turn and hitting two, stacked, one ton bags of sand left at the end of the lane, smashing a headlight in the process and buggering the alignment of wing, bumper, bonnet. Whilst the car coming the other way looked on (with the occupants faces resembling examples of pure horror) I simply roared with laughter, reversed back a little bit to let the oncoming car through and continued on, tears streaming down my face at the situation that had unfolded.
Edited by The Nur on Tuesday 11th September 14:09
Bay window VW camper van.
You'd have to pay me a LOT of money to get me into one again. The brakes were terrible, the floor has holes in it from the factory, the heater was a petrol (Yeah petrol burner!) heater, the engine was asthmatic, the steering had a dead zone about 45 degrees wide, but when you were out of the dead zone it was so heavy that you couldn't even turn it. The gear stick was about ten yards long and completely flexible meaning it was impossible to know what gear you are in. it was a cold rattly deathtrap, and the worst part was, it was a year old model from Brazil!
I'd hate to find out what an OLD one felt like!
You'd have to pay me a LOT of money to get me into one again. The brakes were terrible, the floor has holes in it from the factory, the heater was a petrol (Yeah petrol burner!) heater, the engine was asthmatic, the steering had a dead zone about 45 degrees wide, but when you were out of the dead zone it was so heavy that you couldn't even turn it. The gear stick was about ten yards long and completely flexible meaning it was impossible to know what gear you are in. it was a cold rattly deathtrap, and the worst part was, it was a year old model from Brazil!
I'd hate to find out what an OLD one felt like!
I've owned over 30 cars, some good, some bad but the Corsa A was also the worst car I ever had.
It was a hire car in Fuerteventura and had no redeeming features at all save it was transport. It seemed like a product from a bygone age although even that isn't fair as my 1964 Austin A40 was better in every way.
It was a hire car in Fuerteventura and had no redeeming features at all save it was transport. It seemed like a product from a bygone age although even that isn't fair as my 1964 Austin A40 was better in every way.
Wasn't this done yesterday: http://pistonheads.co.uk/gassing/topic.asp?h=0&...
Top 3:
1. Ford Escort MkV 1.4LX, an old pool car. Never experienced car sickness until then, yet it gave me it and I was the one driving the thing.
2. Kia Picanto hire car I had in Spain which was so tinny even Heinz and Coca-Cola would have rejected it.
3. Peugeot 207 1.1. Another Spanish hire car. So underpowered it struggled to make it out of the underground car park of the apartment block I was staying in.
1. Ford Escort MkV 1.4LX, an old pool car. Never experienced car sickness until then, yet it gave me it and I was the one driving the thing.
2. Kia Picanto hire car I had in Spain which was so tinny even Heinz and Coca-Cola would have rejected it.
3. Peugeot 207 1.1. Another Spanish hire car. So underpowered it struggled to make it out of the underground car park of the apartment block I was staying in.
My stock reply to this is Chevy Impala, because it's the most disappointing car I've ever driven. So many levels of dreadful cheap nastiness, and it made me pine for the Hyundai it replaced. Both hire cars, naturally.
However I've recently remembered something worse that I'd supressed. A Metro. A Metro so dreadful that I dare not exceed 45mph in it. It's owner was drunk pretty much all the time, and I started to understand why after I had a go in it. It felt dangerous in a way that Minis, trials bikes and re-visiting the place I got mugged never have. It was dreadful. It was the steering mostly I think. It felt like it might just spin at any moment.
I've driven cars without brakes before, and cars that had engines that permanently stuttered like they were going to die, and cars which felt like they were one pothole away from falling to bits like a clown car, but this thing combined everything bad together in a way that was somehow worse than the dreadfulness of the component parts.
I did find the heater though, which it's owner was very grateful about as she'd had it two years and never managed to get it to demist in winter. I suppose if you're drunk you don't need to see out much.
However I've recently remembered something worse that I'd supressed. A Metro. A Metro so dreadful that I dare not exceed 45mph in it. It's owner was drunk pretty much all the time, and I started to understand why after I had a go in it. It felt dangerous in a way that Minis, trials bikes and re-visiting the place I got mugged never have. It was dreadful. It was the steering mostly I think. It felt like it might just spin at any moment.
I've driven cars without brakes before, and cars that had engines that permanently stuttered like they were going to die, and cars which felt like they were one pothole away from falling to bits like a clown car, but this thing combined everything bad together in a way that was somehow worse than the dreadfulness of the component parts.
I did find the heater though, which it's owner was very grateful about as she'd had it two years and never managed to get it to demist in winter. I suppose if you're drunk you don't need to see out much.
g3org3y said:
Wasn't this done yesterday: http://pistonheads.co.uk/gassing/topic.asp?h=0&...
I missed that one.
Can we do vans? the MEB furnished us with the vauxhall combo van, see corsa above, but sawn in half with a box stuck on, n/a wheezy diesel making about 40hp, 1.7t GVW would see you about 23bhp/ton, they were also restricted/de tuned to slow them up evan more, homemade roofracks utilising 4x2 facing the front so nice aerodynamics, 5th gear was effectively useless as it was now to high for the vans power to pull it's own weight, and the acceleration was so slow that passing a tractor on a A road was impossible/suicidal without a few hundred yards of sight. you didn't evan have the satisfaction of hatefully thrashing them as the detune/restriction wouldn't let you anywhere near what a redline would be!
Then they were taken away and we were issued sherpas, oh dear oh dear oh dear.
Then they were taken away and we were issued sherpas, oh dear oh dear oh dear.
The Nur said:
Probably.I think it's scheduled for at least one per quarter.
I was leant a mint green Rover 45 saloon many years ago.
I think it was meant to be a 1.8 s or something along those lines, it had a gear stick, indicator leaver, windscreen wiper leaver, and window switches... all of which it appears were optional accessories as none of them did anything.
Gear 1,3 and sometimes reverse work... it was epic!
I think it was meant to be a 1.8 s or something along those lines, it had a gear stick, indicator leaver, windscreen wiper leaver, and window switches... all of which it appears were optional accessories as none of them did anything.
Gear 1,3 and sometimes reverse work... it was epic!
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