I could easily go the rest of my life without hearing `Vega` again. My brother in law had one,my father had one,and my sister had a wagon. Every time I drove my fathers car something fell off of it and I swear I pushed it more than I drove it. Even with not having my own car,him leting me `drive` his vega somewhere wasnt really a thrill.
Her car the suspension broke because she was delivering phone books in it,and it was pretty much already held together with coat hanger wire
She had it maybe 2 or 3 years,and of course all these Vega people thought for sure their cars were better than any ford or Pinto.