My father loved Mercedes Benz and General Motors vehicles in the 1950s, but was highly suspicious of anything new. He bought a 1952 Buick when he heard they were going to change from straight 8 engines to V8 engines. He always wanted a diesel Mercedes but they were out of his price range. He never bought an automatic transmission car, opting for the "three on the tree" that he knew.
And in late 1977, as soon as it could be ordered, he ordered a Oldsmobile diesel. It only came with an automatic transmission,, so it was to be his first automatic as well.
It arrived in November 1977, a 1978 model. The first problem was his unfamiliarity with power assisted brakes and automatic transmissions. When he wanted to come to a complete stop, say, at the end of an exit ramp with a stop sign, by reflex, he pushed down with his left foot on the clutch pedal. But there was no clutch pedal, only a double wide brake pedal. So from 15 miles per hour, he would lock up the brakes, and everyone in the car would lurch forward, especially if their seat belt was not fastened. He wanted to cut off the left side of the brake pedal with a hacksaw. I finally convinced him that, with time, he would forget about the need to depress a clutch pedal.
Then winter came to his western Massachusetts home, with overnight temperatures near 0F. Without any water separators and poor quality diesel fuel that easily gelled, he would sometimes have to go out early and place a charcoal hibachi under his fuel tank to warm the fuel.
He did like the fuel economy when it did run. But then came the head bolt problems.
Finally, GM made some improvements to the engine, and offered the early "pioneers' like my father an updated diesel engine that addressed many of the shortcomings of the earliest engine. i think it was about $1500 to upgrade, which he did.
The end of the car came when it needed a new exhaust system. Midas muffler wanted nothing to do with it, because there was a motor oil line that would have to be detached, then reattached, to replace the forward exhaust pipe. They said to take it to "Mr Goodwrench" at the Olds dealer. Well, Mr Goodwrench turned out to be Mr Badwrench. My father picked up the car at the dealer, and took it for a ride. The oil line had not been reinstalled properly, and all the oil pumped out onto the ground until the oil warning light came on. He had the car towed back to the dealer. All they did was refill it with oil and reattach the oil line, making sure it didn't leak. But the damage was done, and the engine threw a rod through the block, and the 1978 Oldsmobile went to the junkyard.
His replacement was a Ford Taurus. Its automatic transmission had an overdrive. But when you got to a long hill, it would downshift out of the overdrive gear. My father never liked this downshift, so he would let up on the gas pedal to avoid it from happening. Meaning he would be crawling up long hills in the right hand lane, crawling with the overloaded 18 wheelers.