as a passenger in my parents' 1981 Plymouth Horizon TC3. Like
this ugly thing.
Car lasted two weeks.
My dad felt like he just HAD to add an oil pressure gauge. The fitting broke off the motor, oil sprayed everywhere, car caught fire, the end.
It was replaced with its evil twin, a Dodge Omni 024 Miser. This thing was spartan! They didn't paint the inside of the fiberglass bumper covers so if you looked in the fender wells you'd see raw yellow fiberglass. It blew through pot metal outer door handles. Once we were waiting on parts for one door when the other one broke, so we crawled through the hatch back. The dash cluster was short on idiot lights so had a filler panel that read "front wheel drive." I asked if it lit up when there was a problem with the FWD, LOL. It also took two new clutches in 80k miles.
Car had the sucky VW 1.7 with presumably the lamest cam and carburetion ever made to make it a "Miser". Mom took many hills in 3rd gear, some in 2nd. Dad treated the gas pedal like an on-off switch. The car DID do well in snow with its skinny little tires. I remember riding in it and feeling the snow hitting the floorpans but it never got stuck.
When it was eight years old, and with 80k miles, Dad declared that it would never pass state inspection again due to needing a catalytic converter. I guess he had a nose for it? Anyway we traded it on a Mazda 323, a far superior car in every way. The dodge had a softball sized hole in the door skin, from rust, despite the "Rusty Jones" treatment. We took photos of the hole and got 30-something bucks from their bankruptcy settlement.