VW microbus. Actually, 2 of them. And 2 or 3 Bugs. I'm a slow learner. And don't tell me what a "great little car" yours was, I don't want to hear it. I think the one Bug I had that was a decent one was destroyed in a sandwich collision; slammed into from behind, and pushed into the car in front.

Anyway, the worst one was the Microbus. The former owner had swapped engines, I believe, and he was obviously not a mechanic. The thing never really ran right, and once while examining the engine compartment, I noticed an electrical wire with a torn (or worn) casing that was directly beneath a fuel leak; a conflagration just wsiting to happen. That was the final straw. Other VW horror stories could fill a couple pages, but you get the idea.

Ford Pinto -started burning while I was driving it. POS

My first husband had a skylark that he couldn't keep running. Something always cracked or leaked or broke off or just stopped working. He had other cars that were fine and he could keep up but for some reason he loved that stupid thing and wouldn't sell or trade for anything. It just didn't want to run solid and he wouldn't give up on it.

When I was a kid in the 60's I remember my parents had a little blocky-looking car called a Hillman. The thing was always making strange noises and breaking down. It scared the crap out of me.

71 opel manta with a spray painted stripe up the hood and a loose spring in the seat that put holes in all my jeans. Thanks Dad.

1986 Dodge Ram 50. Blew the engine on the freeway, pulled it over to the side of the road, & left it there

I always been grateful of my transportation.

VW Passat wagon. Right off, the sunroof and door leaked rainwater. The standard transmission crapped out under warranty and was replaced by the dealer. It crapped out again 18 months later. The service manager blamed my lack of driving skills. I explained that I had driven stick shifts since age 16 and would prove it wasn't my fault if he’d go on a drive with me once the car was repaired. I drove around for 15 mins. taking the car up hills, on tight turns, over train tracks, etc. He admitted I was a good driver but refused to pay for the transmission because I did “mom driving” locally and “everyone knows stick shifts are made for highways.” What utter, sexist bullshit! I complained all the way up to VW headquarters without success. Dumped the car as soon as I could.

Mitsubishi Cordia L. You couldn't really tell if it was coming or going and it didn't have reverse, so I guess it didn't matter.

The Audi Fox! I don't remember what year that thing was though. It was a little boxy car though so I'd guess 80s. I owned that car exactly 90 days. It was in the shop 46 out of the 90. It was a point A to B car. The last day I saw it was kind of exciting for just a couple of minutes. I had told the guys there was something wrong in the rear end of that car and they told me there wasn't anything back there that could go wrong since it was front wheel drive. Uhhh. If you say so. You'd be driving along and it felt like and sounded like somebody slammed it under the rear end with a sledge hammer. By the last day I drove it, I had gotten, we'll say, not real brave about driving very fast so I was only going about 55 at the most. The rear end of the car actually jumped. I looked up in the rear view mirror and I didn't see anything but as I turned my head back, at the very edge of my peripheral vision I saw something moving and I looked over and it was the rear wheel. Shit. At this point the car is still up and moving forward. I took my foot off the gas and didn't brake or clutch and just headed for the shoulder. I made it to the shoulder before it landed. It wasn't just the tire that came off either, it was the tire and wheel still bolted to the brake drum!! When I got out I kicked brake parts off the highway so nobody would get a flat. I walked away and never saw that thing again.

I wore out a 1972 Buick Skylark. I don't remember how many transmissions but I think it was on its 3rd. When I sold it, it had no brakes, no transmission, the frame was cracked, it was hot wired, it had no battery or battery cable ends, and the driver's side door panel was off so I could open the door from the inside. When I sold it, it had been sitting for a good 6 months. The dude that came to buy it said it won't start. I told him it would. He said if it didn't start he'd give me $100. I said if it starts $200. We had to find a battery and somebody hold the cable ends on the battery but I got in, pumped it three times and hit the wire and it started. Just like it always did. He didn't say a word and gave me $200.

1981 ford escort. the only positive was the sunroof. slow, sorta ugly, ok gas millage.

A Simca. It was safer when it overheated and refused to run.

Volare....oh my gawd.

Lost brakes going down a three mile hill with a car load of kids when I was about 18

My worst one was a little Datsun pickup truck I had the back calipers wired up with coat hanger cuz I couldn't afford new brakes and had to operate the throttle with a wire that had i ran under the hood and I had come out and I pulled on it with my side window open