1985 Chrysler New Yorker (pics related). Bought in 1986 to replace a 1973 Buick Regal. I’ve mentioned this before, and but it never gets old.

Car was bought as a dealer demo with a few hundred miles. It was replacing our worn out Uncle Buck lookin’ 70s Buick that was a constant source of embarrassment to 12 year old me. The Chrysler had a turbo! And a digital dash! AND IT FREAKING TALKED!  The radio had a graphic equalizer and a joystick! It had a digital compass and this thing which tells time!

We went from the Flinstones to the Jetsons overnight. BUT...

The turbo never worked right. The fuse for the all digital dash blew regularly, which meant speedomoter and fuel gauge would go black. The interior door pulls routinely fell apart, and there was no other good place to grab the door. We had to put the window down to close the door from inside the car. And if the washer fluid reservoir dropped below 98% full, the car would say ‘Washer fluid is low’ out loud, every 5 minutes.

It was maintained at the dealer to the tune of about $1000 a month. But somehow, the crankshaft broke. Late at night. In a shipyard. In Baltimore.