I went to Thompson Chrysler-Plymouth to pick up my dad's Volare. I left the dealership in the late afternoon, visited friend's living in a nearby downriver neighborhood and departed for home early night - maybe 9 or 10 PM. It took me over an hour to get back to River Rouge. The rear-end that had just been repaired/replaced, went out again - no more than a few miles and few hours from the dealership. I called my father from a pay phone to tell him why I was behind schedule. He asked, half kiddding, if I'd been racing. He really knew better, but this car was so bad it was beyond belief. So we'd find ourselves looking for other explanations. Over time, we just laughed about it. They, the dealership and Chrysler Corporation, wouldn't own up to the fact it was just a junker, until after many returns and threats of lawsuits, etc.