I hate to see Chrysler file for bankruptcy. I really do. And yet …
I can’t help but think of my first new car — a 1973 Plymouth Satellite. Red, with a black vinyl top.
The car was about 400 miles past the pitiful warranty when the transmission crapped out.
Chrysler pointed to the fine print and refused to lift a finger to help me. The service manager at the dealership accused me of “hot-rodding,” which was a false and ignorant accusation.
I had to pay for the new tranny, myself. Every penny. It nearly bankrupted me. The second transmission also died prematurely. Chrysler and I were through.
