I beg to differ. The K-car and its numerous derivatives, crappy as they were, saved Chrysler’s bacon in the ‘80s.

My wife had a Sebring convertible when we began dating, and still had it until six years ago.

Dad’s truck has only ever been stock - unless you really WANT to count the addition of a fifth-wheel hitch as a “modification”.  Maybe that has something to do with why he’s had so few problems with it.

Nope - he bought it brand new.  It has required a few fixes, namely an EGR valve and replacement of a faulty injector.

The Fiero was a good idea, but as usual GM really screwed the pooch on execution.  By the time they got the Fiero right, nobody wanted it anymore.

It was so meh I literally forgot the Buick Cascada existed until I clicked on this article.

It’s pronounced “Daimler”.  The “Chrysler” is silent.

When I was a kid, we knew someone who had an RX-7.  It had an 85 mph speedometer, but it did not have a peg to keep the needle from moving past 85.  She said she had driven it fast enough on one occasion that the needle pointed straight down.

The V6 in the Vue Redline actually came from Honda.

I test-drove an RX-8 once and never noticed this particular “feature”.  Was the interior design team drunk when they decided that was a good idea?

The Edsel. Ford tried to fill a perceived gap in the market which wasn’t as large as they thought it was, and had their new make built on the same lines as Ford and Mercury products by workers who would have rather stuck to just making said Fords and Mercurys. And to top it off, they gave the Edsel a grille that looks…

Oddly enough, my dad’s ‘04 F250 has been pretty solid in spite of having a 6.0 Powerstroke under the hood.  Maybe he got the only good one...

This was an answer to a question nobody was asking.

A high-mileage, questionably modded Dart for that much money?

Bergmeister came in first in class. Magnussen came in second through seventh. ;)

I’m looking forward to seeing how K-Mag does in IMSA. After all, as you mentioned above, his dad made quite a name for himself there.

Both - although the rear seat time was spent as a passenger where either Mom, Dad, or (God help me!) my grandmother was driving.  I was pretty awkward as a teenager and couldn’t work up the nerve to talk to a girl, no matter how interested I was.

If memory serves, some even had 12-disc changers.

All the practicality of a sports car with the razor-sharp handling of an SUV!