I think there was a second blurp, maybe mixing it up with the third one. I'm not in the mood for looking at my old files.
On the second, brand new, it killed itself on my trip to San Diego soon after purchase, was towed back.
I was beginning to learn. Understand I wasn't a person with money, just an idiot.
Next was the new Fiat 524, and against it's rep, it wasn't bad, trusty. Would that I had kept it, but that was when I was moving and starting an art gallery and needed a van, buying a new chevy van, criminy another mistake - dying all the time. Yes, I took it back to the dealer but, yada yada..
I sold it to the guy downstairs, who took over the payments - the guy who put together his own speedster (blank, until I remember his name and the car, and there is already a thread on it). Then I bought a million year old vw van, and had it painted bad ugly blue.
John (husband) and I were stopped by the police in that van, searched, going down the nice street, not far from where I was renovating my mother's house. I was showing him the trees on that street.
This is nothing to whine about when others get this stuff all the time.
Ironically, I had a landscape design client on that lovely street some years later.