Oh! I didn’t know cars qualified as tech purchases. I’ve certainly owned my share of disappointing cars. Actually, most of them hung in there like underdog champs. My current car, a 2007 Toyota RAV-4, is disappointing me the most.
Don’t get me wrong; it’s fast and reliable and comfortable and well-appointed. But still, it has a habit of falling just short of my high Toyota expectations. Oil changes, for example. A process every other automaker has refined into a relatively speedy no-brainer of a task, with spin-on filters in reasonably accessible locations. Not so, my RAV-4. A lower air dam must be removed (fairly common these days), and the filter itself for no good reason at all isn’t a self-contained spin-on filter, but a paper element that goes into a removable housing that ostensibly needs a dedicated Toyota housing wrench to remove. There’s a good-sized drain-plug on the bottom with a simple 3/8" square hole that will fit any 3/8" ratchet extension, and you’re supposed to remove that to drain the oil from the housing so you don’t make a big ol’ mess when you remove the housing. But since the housing itself is so difficult to remove, I just torque down the drain plug and use that 3/8" square hole to remove the whole damn thing. Messy, but the only reliable way to change the filter.
And another stupidity: the alternator. Every other car I’ve ever owned has had an alternator right at the front of the engine and usually on top, so it’s the single easiest major component to remove, test, and replace. Two bolts and one or two wires, and you have a new one installed inside of ten minutes. On my RAV-4, with its transverse (sideways) mounted V6, you actually have to drain and remove the radiator and the right front wheel to even see the alternator, let alone remove it, and the whole job takes half a day.
Also, since when does a modern alternator fail at 100,000 miles? I also have some premature suspension and steering wear that’s starting to sound ominous. Very uncharacteristic for Toyota.
Let’s see. My '87 Jaguar XJ6 with the '93 Chevy 350 engine conversion had some (unsurprising) issues.
Unsurprising because Jaguar, not because of conversion. It was so fun to drive, but there was always something going on to spoil the fun. The ignition switch would literally fall apart, killing the ignition. It was permanently and effectively fixed with a 5-cent ziptie, which is dumb. The car has two gas tanks and one gas gauge, which you’d switch between the two tanks with the same button you use to actually switch the fuel feed. And it came in handy, because when the Jag’s gas gauge read “1/4 tank remaining,” it actually meant “bone dry,” so it was a good thing you had another tank at the ready. And that’s not an idiosyncrasy of the Jag being 28 years old. Apparently all the pre-Ford Jags had dishonest gas gauges from when they were new.
I briefly owned a 1974 VW Super Beetle. It was originally purchased to be a backup picture car for the miniseries version of The Shining, but after they painted it red, they realized that it didn’t match the “hero” car, which was a regular Beetle (with a flat windshield), not a curved-windshield Super Beetle. So I bought it from the show’s transpo department for $700. It was supposed to match this car:
I found out (the hard way) that even perfectly fresh old Beetles aren’t really meant to be driven at 75 mph, even downhill. Since mine had a bad exhaust valve, the engine heated up too much, and I cracked the magnesium crankcase, spraying hot oil everywhere and rendering my new $700 acquisition a more-or-less total loss over a thousand miles from home. But that one was my fault. Still disappointing.
When I met my wife she had a new 2005 Subaru WRX.
Not the super-speedy STi version, but the still-quite-speedy regular turbo WRX. I was really looking forward to driving that all-wheel-drive road rocket, but alas… it was an automatic, and the turbo lag meant it was kind of a slug from a dead stop. Once you were already zipping down the freeway above 2700 RPM it could certainly haul ass, but from a dead stop it had a hell of a time getting out of its own way. With a stick shift I could have really wound it up, but as an automatic… disappointing.
My first car, a 1978 Mercury Zephyr wagon, was pretty cool.
Well, not “cool” as such; it was a station wagon from the 70s. But it had a 302 V8 with something like 130hp (woo hoo) and red vinyl upholstery. I lost my virginity in that wagon (slightly more respectable-looking than a van, which would have only hurt my chances), and hauled a lot of fun stuff around with it. But the one time I tried to show off those rawking 130 horses, I revved the engine past its (probably 4800 RPM) redline, and sucked a valve which got clobbered by a piston, and doomed my dad and me to a long weekend of engine rebuilding. Disappointing. I eventually traded it to my dad for his '77 Honda Accord hatchback, but only because he loves me. I think he ended up selling the Merc for $400 or so.
After a stretch of three Hondas (all cheap and all fun to drive and remarkably durable) I bought a 1976 Mustang II for around $3,000 from a dealership in 1993 or so.
It was a cream puff, with shiny red paint and luxurious scarlet velour upholstery. It was like driving around in a Turkish bordello. The only problem was that the temperature gauge didn’t work. The dealership said they’d fix it if I brought it back to them, but I never got around to it. About a year later, on a trip from San Diego to Los Angeles, it overheated somewhere near Carson. Bad enough to warp a cylinder head or crack the block or something; it never ran again, and I had to sell it to a junkyard for $80. Now that was disappointing, but again: my fault.