Here's a two-for-one Classic Ad Watch deal from the darkest days of the Malaise Era. First up, a Gladding Chevrolet (Maryland) offer for a Chevette with factory air for just 99 bucks a month. Before you jump in the time machine to take advantage of that sweet deal, however, consider the '79 Mercury Zephyr, which was cheaper than both the Toyota Corona and the '78 Zephyr.
The next year the Mercury Zephyr was renamed the Marquis (bullied and maligned little brother of the Grand Marquis). I had to drive a 1984 Marquis wagon for a summer. It stunk.
Literally. Evidently the previous owners had had epileptic children who went everywhere with full gallon jugs of milk and the kids had grand mal seizures at each stop light. The entire car, especially from the dashboard aft, stunk like days-old spitup from a colicky 6-month-old baby born to a woman you don't like.
From the dashboard forward, the car was merely wretched. The engine hated life and took every opportunity to die seriously. In its tenure with us however, it never managed to achieve the sweetest release, nagged to life at the sparkly end of jumper cables every once in a while and occasionally given the bitter heroic measures of Thrust Starting Fluid. That car introduced me to the miraculous powers of Thrust.
I hated that damned car.
Astounding. I've actually managed to remember a car that I never want to see again. Not even briefly.