1972 Dodge Dart Custom review from North America

When I first attained the car I noticed the seats were worn very badly.

There was a huge dent on the drivers side front fender with a lot of little holes in it, as if shot with a shotgun. That has been fixed.

The left blinker didn't work, but later began to work on its own with no necessary repairs.

The headliner is ripped.

The fuel gage doesn't work, so I devised a gasoline dipstick made, of course, out of wood.

The car steers right when accelerating and pulls to the left when braking.

The alternator broke.

The voltage regulator broke.

The carburetor needed to rebuilt, and then later replaced twice.

The air conditioning actually worked as a heater, then the pump seized and had to be removed.

The engine caught on fire.

The power steering leaks.

The anti-freeze leaks.

The oil leaks.

The windshield has a huge crack.

The front suspension is so bad that it looks as if I had purposefully lowered my car.

The transmission slips randomly.

The trunk leaks when it rains heavily.

The distributor cam wore out for some reason, resulting in the contact points only opening for three cylinders.

There is a small hole in the muffler, so the exhaust sounds weird, like a Volkswagen Beetle.

When the car turns left or right at all, the whole car rocks back and forth,

making it feel as though you are crossing a bridge during an earthquake.

There was blow-by resulting from worn valve guides and a broken piston ring. The plugs had to be replaced every day due to this.

I eventually had to take the whole engine out due to its cantankerous ways.

This is the worst car I have ever had, or come into human contact for that matter. This car surprised me, because I had heard nothing, but good things about slant sixes. There are two possibilities for this phenomenon. A, its just a lemon, an original factory lemon: or, B, the guy who sold it to me lied about the mileage, instead of 86,000 miles it has 586,000 miles.

Everything broke.

Most dreadfully, there was a blow-by problem in this car of which the likes I had never seen or heard of in my entire life. It looked steam driven, driving down the road with a two foot wide diameter jet-stream of blue-black smoke following the car.

Lets not forget the backfire, which usually came out of the gasoline leaking demon possessed carburetor, eventually causing a fire in the engine.

My mom makes me drive with a fire extinguisher now.

I took out the engine and am in the process of putting in a rebuilt engine from a Chrysler Le Baron.