Car Ever Built
working in Sanilac County, Michigan, there were two used-car dealerships operating on vacant lots between my news bureau office
and the county courthouse. I suppose it was because I walked past them several times a day I was inspired to buy that used
1970’s vintage Plymouth Horizon that I thought would make a good economical vehicle to zip around in.
whose name I cannot recall but a man I considered a good friend at the time, tried to discourage me from buying the car. He
liked General Motors products and sneered at this particular vehicle. He called it a “Mopar,” a promotional name
Chrysler was using for its products at the time. After buying the car I could not fault the dealer for trying to talk me out
of it. The car was a lemon and I think he knew it. Its color was even yellow.
would not crank up or down properly. Sometimes I could get them down, then after working them down, they would not roll back
up. I remember having to grip the windows and pull on them while working the crank before they would budge.
at the tip of the gear shift lever fell off.
was located near the underbelly of the car and completely exposed to the elements. There was no splash pan under the car.
Every time I hit a mud puddle on the road, the cold water hit the heated plastic distributer cap and cracked it. As soon as
water got in the distributer the car stopped running and left me stranded. I had to have a special splash guard installed
to prevent that from happening.
that I could not drive the car anywhere without something serious going wrong with it. One cold winter night I was driving
down a lonely country road, on my way to pick up our daughter at a friend’s farm and the car engine stalled. It would
not restart. This time I did not believe it was the distributor. I was in a fix. There was a howling winter wind blowing and
I was not dressed for the weather. The nearest house was about a half mile away.
the elements, walked to that house where I saw lights on. I knocked on the door but the people living there refused to answer
the door. I suppose a knock in the night frightened them. I walked back to the car, chilled to the bone and anxious to get
out of the weather. By now the car was getting cold. I realized that I might be in danger of freezing to death. There was
no other traffic on that dirt road.
about another mile and one half to my destination. I discovered that by cranking the starter while the car was in gear I could
move it slowly down the road. I used the starter to go as far as I could. The starter gave up when I was within sight of the
house where I was headed. I walked the rest of the way and from there called my wife and had her come to pick us up.
the car towed into town to a local mechanic. He found some kind of problem in the gas line that stalled the engine. That was
easy to fix. But the starter was another problem. I had burned out the one in the car, and a replacement part had to be ordered
from Japan. Apparently parts if not all of the engine were made in Japan. I waited about a month or longer for the starter
days after getting the car operating and back home again, I tried to start it for my morning trip to the office. It was early
in the morning and the sun was not yet risen. I heard a funny noise then saw a strange flashing orange light in the snow beside
the car. I realized the engine was on fire. I was so disappointed in that car by then I remember sitting there for a while
considering just letting it burn. But I soon came to my senses, got out, raised the hood, and used snow to snuff out the flames.
I had the car towed once more into a Plymouth dealership to have the damage assessed. It cost me several hundred dollars to
have the wiring and all of the other damaged parts replaced.
after I got the car home again, I had to make a trip to Detroit Metro Airport to pick up another daughter who was coming home
on leave after finishing Army boot camp. I don’t know what possessed me, but I decided to take the Horizon, thinking
that surely nothing more could go wrong with that car. By then just about every working part of the engine and drive train
had been replaced.
to and from Detroit went relatively well, at least at first. I got to the airport and enjoyed a happy reunion with our daughter.
We stopped for lunch and then started for home. On the way I began hearing a rumbling sound and realized that a wheel bearing
was breaking up. It was late in the day and I kept driving, keeping my fingers crossed. We made it home but by the time we
arrived the bearing was making a real racket. I parked the car in the back yard and vowed that I was never going to drive
it again. I planned to get the bearing fixed then trade the car in the next time I wanted to buy a car. We had three other
vehicles, our pickup, the van and a second car in the yard so I could live without the Horizon.
spring my wife’s brother Wayne came for a visit. He saw the Horizon parked in the back yard and asked about it. I told
him about all the troubles I had with the car and that I was never going to drive it again. He asked what I would take for
the car and I gave him a very low price. He looked shocked and said he was sure the book value of that car was much higher.
I told Wayne that was all the value I thought the car had. I also said I did not want to sell the car to him. I told him he
was family and a good friend and I did not want him to get stuck with a lemon of a car. I said that if anything ever came
between us, it was going to be that car. Wayne laughed and said that was nonsense. He said he was a good mechanic and didn’t
think there was a car on the road he could not fix. He bought the Horizon.
that, every time we had occasion to visit Wayne, the Horizon was up on jacks or on blocks in the driveway and it was obvious
that he was busy repairing something. The summer passed and that December, while the family was attending a Christmas gathering
and Wayne had a few drinks in him, I asked him about the Horizon. He looked me in the eyes and said one thing: “That
car should never have been built.” He admitted that he could never keep it on the road more than a day before something
else happened to it. He had spent the whole year constantly fixing it.
recall, Wayne managed to sell the car to some other poor guy in the Caro area. After that he said he never saw it again. I
think it ended up where it belonged, in a scrap yard.
I should add
a disclaimer here that the problems experienced with this one car should not reflect on the Chrysler Motor Company. We
have owned various Chrysler products over the years and found them to be very good cars. I just think this particular Horizon
had a curse on it.