Unfortunately, I owned it long after its hey-day. The gasoline heater
would pump smoky carbon-monoxide directly into the passenger
compartment, which -- in Wisconsin, in the dead of winter -- meant that
we either froze to death or asphyxiated. We usually chose the former,
which meant that poor Mary had to scrape the windshield -- on the
INSIDE -- in order for me to see. (Hey, at least she kept warm that
way!)

ummm... yeah... speaking of windshield... My windshield wipers had a
work/not work ratio similar to the starter. I spent many rainy nights
driving down the road with my right hand on the wheel, and my left arm
getting soaked using my left hand as a windshield wiper!

That car sucked!!! I sure do miss it... ;-)

Cheers,
Todd