In 2000 I bought an MR2 Spyder. I’ve written about it so frequently because it is probably the most reliable car I’ve owned. Especially when you consider that I drove it to work, 100 miles every day, and auto crossed on the weekends for over 130,000 miles. The only thing that ever broke on that car was the plastic thing that holds the hood prop when it is closed. I literally raced that little economy engine every weekend, at red line. I changed the oil and tires at almost the same rate, modified the holy hell out of the suspension, and that little bastard kept ticking with it’s little 138 hp smile.
Frequent readers know that I’ve owned two Nissan Z’s. Neither of them ever even saw a race track, auto cross, Dragon trip, or drag strip. Not even once. My first, the 350 Z was an 05 that ate through a clutch master cylinder ($350), front and rear rotors (before the 50k mark) ($400), a power window motor ($400), a rear-hatch strut ($80), and other various items. I was stuck on the side of the road with a broken 350Z a total of two times. After about 5 years of not learning my lesson, I picked up an 09 370Z which is my current (soon to be last) Nissan.
I purchased the second Z in 2011 with less than 20k on the clock, and by the end of 2012 I had already replaced the clutch master cylinder, the clutch, a bunch of transmission seals, and all of the transmission oil because of its decision to explode and hemorrhage fluid all over everything. This occurred somewhere in the 30-40k range, and manifested during my drive into work cruising down I-4 in regular traffic. Again, stranding me road-side waiting on a tow truck. In 2013 came the brake/rotor replacement that we’ve all come to expect from Z’s at about the 40,000 mark (all four rotors!). And later this year I was again blessed with another road-side, phone-a-friend, couldn’t-happen-at-a-worse-time incident when the security system fouled up while I was visiting my parents 150 miles away from home which cost me another $1600 plus a rental car, and two days of my time. Fast forward to this weekend (it’s like a gift, every year!) and ye hath received the holy trinity of Nissan Z-bullshit. As we were headed to dinner, the engine’s revs dropped dramatically and the engine moaned bloody murder as the fan belt drive on the AC compressor started its painful and audible slow death. My first reaction was to shut off the AC, which managed to get us to and from dinner and me to work the next day. But, as the serpentine belt’s screeching became more frequent, I knew it was time for another visit to the trusty dealership. I barely made it into the service garage with the 3.7 liter engine fighting with all its breath to overcome the inevitable full seizure of the accessory belt. After which, I was immediately thanked with a $1700 bill.
So far, this “reasonably priced sports car” has left me stranded, road-side, 3 times and cost me almost $6000 in repairs to systems that should not wear out on a car with less than 85k on the clock.
Anyway, if you’re looking for me this weekend, I’ll be test driving Subarus and trying to forget ever owning a Nissan.