There was a time when 90 horsepower was a lot, and that time was 1932.
Fifty years later, it was bupkis, especially under the hood of Chevy's
beloved Mustang-fighter, the Camaro. As the base engine for the
redesigned 1982 Camaro (and Pontiac Firebird), the 2.5-liter,
four-cylinder "Iron Duke" was the smallest, least powerful, most
un-Camaro-like engine that could be and, like the California Corvette,
it was connected to a low-tech three-speed slushbox. So equipped, the
Iron Duke Camaro had 0-60 mph acceleration of around 20 seconds, which
left Camaro owners to drum their fingers while school buses rocketed
past in a blur of yellow.
What makes a car bad? Is it the car with the worst exterior styling? The most dreadful interior? The most uncomfortable ride? The least reliable/most poorly made? Or is it a dismal combination of all these factors? For our purposes, the worst car in the world is not only the vehicle that incorporates the most of these negative traits, but also more importantly, has no redeeming qualities of what makes a car great whatsoever.
Friday, December 11, 2015
1982 Cadillac Cimarron
The horror. The horror. Everything that was wrong, venal, lazy and
mendacious about GM in the 1980s was crystallized in this flagrant
insult to the good name and fine customers of Cadillac. Spooked by the
success of premium small cars from Mercedes-Benz, GM elected to rebadge
its awful mass-market J-platform sedans, load them up with chintzy
fabrics and accessories and call them "Cimarron, by Cadillac." Wha...?
Who? Seeking an even hotter circle of hell, GM priced these
pseudo-caddies (with four-speed manual transmissions, no less) thousands
more than their Chevy Cavalier siblings. This bit of temporizing nearly
killed Cadillac and remains its biggest shame.
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