Chevrolet Corvette
4
Had a write-me-up red 1988 convertible with the infamous "4+3" tranny.
The good:
Ride: Was harsh, but with the right tires it would stick to the road like a tick on a dog. I've heard a shitload of complaints about the maneuverability of the vette and most of them came from guys that left the stock Goodyears on the car. Sucked doesn't begin to explain how shitty they were. Got myself a set of Pirelli's, could out maneuver a swallow.
Engine: Pretty solid, at least on mine and I'd beat it like a rented mule. Wasn't nearly as powerful as I expected, though it had enough balls to outrun most cars. Slappin rubber on the stock Goodyear's was a given, even in second.
Profile: Low to the ground, so much so that if you poked a hole in the seat, your nuts would scrape the ground. Wide stance and big ass tires gave it a mean-as-hell look.
Visability: With the top down, superb and if you drive a vette convertible, the top is always down.
Sound: Replaced the stock mufflers with a set of KBD (I think) from Eckler's. Sound would scare the shit out of a lion. Music to my ears. Couldn't hear shit over the exhaust. Excellent for when the ex was in a pissy mood.
Interior: Nice layout, at least as far as I was concerned. Granted, the seating area had the square footage of the inside of a mini fridge, but with a short-throw shifter, low seats and no rear space, you felt like you were a part of the car. Had the digital speedo, which I preferred. Bose sound system was pretty good.
Pop-up headlights: Probably screwed up the aerodynamics when driving at speed, but looked cool nonetheless. Was in the minority on this one.
Chick factor: I was married at the time, so I never benefitted from this. But, the opportunities were many. Never buy a vette if you're married.
The bad:
Tranny: The aforementioned 4+3. So good an idea, it lasted only four years. Overdrive in 2nd, 3rd, 4th. Small button on top of the shifter engaged the overdrive. Had a dash light that let you know when it was engaged. Friggin' worthless. If you couldn't tell whether or not you were in 4th or 7th gear, you belonged on a bus. Blew the tranny coming out of a mall in Reston, VA...IN FIRST GEAR! Shattered the case.
Visibility: If you were dumb enough to drive this car with the top up, you were next in line for a Darwin Award. I've got two. Small plastic window which was prone to scratches and weathering. Turned opaque seemingly overnight. Had to replace the top since the window wasn't removable. Top covered the back half of the cockpit, so your only visibility was either straight ahead or to the side. Side mirrors sucked. A friggin' death trap.
Winter driving: As most vette owners will tell you, driving a vette in areas prone to snow is a recipe for disaster. The top being up was bad enough, but those big tires I raved about earlier were a huge detriment also. Instead of cutting through the snow, you sat on top of it. Result: no traction. I managed to pull this off driving from Nashua, NH to Westboro, MA and back for one hellish winter circa 93-94. Never again.
Color: Most cops will deny that the color has anything to do with whom they pull over. Bullshit! Luckily, I soon learn two tricks. Find a rabbit and follow far enough behind so that he'll see him first and never, ever drive fast between traffic flows. I disregarded the last point once. Was driving from Westboro to Somerville, in between flows, doing 85 on the Mass Pike. Was my last day at NEES and heading back to VA with a quick stop off at my mom's. Knew full well that what could happen, but I thought I had enough time to catch up to the flow and find a rabbit. Wrong! Came over the crest of a hill, held my breath, and boom. Thank you officer. Have a nice day. Never did pay that ticket, never got caught for it either.
Fit and Finish: Mediocre at best. Some 88s had a problem with the paint peeling off, misaligned doors, rattles everywhere. Ddidn't help that the suspension was hard. Paint was fine on mine, but the other issues were a problem.
Brakes: Managed to warp four sets of front rotors in five years. Well, maybe that was my fault...
All in all, I genuinely loved that car, even with its faults. I'd do it all over again, though sans wife.