In my excitement about getting a new car that has lasted a full two weeks now without any major accidents, loss of parts, engine failure, targeting in nuclear attacks, gang shooting (I was worried about that one), discovery the hard way of a history of steering wheel fires, noticing any drugs in any crevices, or being hijacked by someone who'd gotten amped from playing too much GTA 4, I forgot to mention that I saw the flip side the other day. Since I've had such a very good first two weeks, it's easy to forget that for every car I buy that works, I've bought ten of cars like these:
No, not that car there, not the one you can see. The car that's two cars in front of that one. The car that's putting out all the smoke, of which I got this shot at a point when the smoke was least obscuring my camera.
The amount of smoke was so drastic that I arrived at a 4-way stop, saw a long trail of smoke disappearing into oblivion, and decided that "I have to see what that car looks like." I turned and drove down the road after it, and though I never got a good shot of it, I can safely report that if you don't take care of Chrysler Le Barons, they can experience serious oil problems.
When I finally saw the car, I drove back down the road the other way to see how long the trail of smoke was. It was two miles before it even started to dissipate.