one of my first cars i got when i moved back to iowa was a gremlin. i drove this car everywhere like i had just stolen it. it went fishing hunting skiing ditch running snow plowing and racing. i finally blew a football size hole in the engine. seems we were coming back from fishing on the mississippi and had worked over several 12's while we were doing that. i remember being in the ditch and then jerking back on the road , scraping and spinning out. then my tranny started to slip and instead of stopping and seeing what was a matter i tried to go for it. 2 miles later with the tranny lines severed from the ditch running, i was slipping like crazy and my foot on the floor. kaboom. one dead gremlin. had that car for only 2 years