Oh, I have one of these "cute" little cars. If only I could blame some one other than myself...
To make the proverbial long and boring story short, I bought it cause it was cheaper than buying another kind of small car. I thought I was saving myself some hassle and money. I thought I was making a good decision (and it matched my drum kit!).
Did I read Consumer Reports? Just to make sure of my decision? Nope! If I had, I would have learned that this 1995 Plymouth Neon was a disaster waiting to happen to the next fool to get taken in by its' little smile, like me.
My sweet, cute little white car (hey, it matched my drum kit!) started decomposing three months after I bought it (slightly used). The paint on the top and sides began peeling off every time I washed it. Then little things failed every few months; the air conditioner - the tape deck - the alternator - a brake rotor - the gas gauge - the rear blinker - the engine.
Four years later, the loan is finally paid off. The engine is making a kind of ominous knocking and rattling. The
check battery and the check air bags lights keep coming on, (even though I've taken it back twice to be checked).
I have no idea what to do with this car. I think it's the evil twin of some other cute little Neon, that's plugging away, doing fine, making some cute person happy.
first created Dec 2000
Update June 2001
Well, the damn thing went and crashed into some one's minivan. $4000 later, I got it back - the entire lid of the car was replaced and repainted. Meanwhile, the paint on top is half gone. Whenever I deign to wash this silly ass car, huge flakes just fly off from the pressure of the garden hose.
When I went camping for Memorial Day weekend, other campers followed me on the highway and commented on the white flakes flying in their face. The pressure of the breeze is flaking the paint off. It's only a matter of time, now, before the top is ready. For me. To repaint. I had better pick a good design. I'm sticking to black and white tribal tattoos, of course. see art car.