I love that there are cars that were SO BAD that you have some sort of trauma-related memory blank. Another friend of mine had a Dodge Aries wagon: by the time it died you had to enter through the passenger side door because the driver door's lock was fucked, it started with a screwdriver, and didn't put on the parking brake DEAR GOD DO NOT USE THE PARKING BRAKe because if you did it would refuse to un-parking brake. Which someone inevitably did, at which point it stayed in one spot for 3 months until it was set on fire by an ex-girlfriend (not that we could prove she did it). my friend had a new-to-them car by that point, so we lamented the loss of the Sleater Kinney, Yeah Yeah Yeahs and Relient K albums (the irony of the Relient K album was not lost on me) and moved on. RIP dodge aries.