Based on advice from the service manager, the bunny needed to go. I looked around a little, I wanted something new, something with a warranty. I was working for a small family owned development company that treated me like family, stingy family. The money was always there, but not a lot of it. On the way to the weekly staff meeting I stopped by an American Motors Jeep Dealership. Renault had bought an interest in American Motors, trying to figure out how to rescue American Motors, and trying to get a solid foot in the US market. That idea was abandoned after a few years, and Nissan partnered with Renault, I think the interest was finally bought out in one of the Chrysler reorganizations.
It was amazingly fun to drive. I drove it to New Orleans to the World's Fair. About 18 months later, after the warranty has expired, the brake failure warning light came on. I had the brakes replaced, and it started leaking brake fluid. Two different shops worked on the brakes, and no one could find the problem, I was adding brake fluid every couple of days. The mechanics hated the car, the service manager at the dealer I had bought it from begged me to not bring it back again.
It had some quirks, Renault had stuffed a larger engine in it for the US market, you couldn't change the rear spark plug without removing the engine, or cutting a hole through the back of the glove box. Most of the markings were in French, it blew a fuse, and was using a French/English dictionary to decipher what I needed to do to fix it.
Still I was young, it was a fun car. I really enjoyed it. When I traded it I made a car salesman cry. I will explain that someday. Not the last time.
Oh the bow, I bought a couple of days before Christmas.