My 1993 Dodge Dakota & 1997 Honda Civics – How I Came To Swear Off (And At) Domestic Brands

In 1994 the LeBaron was at the end of the warranty period and I decided to trade it for the pickup I really wanted. Still needing room for three children, we looked at mid-size pickups with the extended cab. The Japanese mini trucks were absolutely too small and the Dodge Dakota had the largest extended cab of the mid-sized domestic brands.

I bought an outgoing ’93 model with the aero front end, 3.9 L V6 and the automatic. The 7/70 powertrain warranty was a big consideration in light of my previously bad experiences with domestic new cars. However, the thing quickly turned out to be a nightmare of unreliability and Chrysler had numerous service bulletins out within a few months after I bought it. But that was just the beginning of the end.

Can you tell where this is going?

“… the thing was a nightmare of unreliability…”

Faulty ECM’s caused backfires when decelerating. It took three replacements before we got one that worked properly. Then the driveshaft bearings and universal joints went bad and were replaced. A few weeks later I had to take it back for balky shifting and a leaking rear seal on the transmission (the techs admitted that it had been leaking when they did the driveline but had no authorization for that repair, so they let it go). They replaced the seal under warranty but I had to pay for the replacement fluid.

The shifting improved but was never as good as it should have been.  At 50k miles the truck started stalling out on hot days and it would start up again after cooling off. I checked for spark, fuel and air. No fuel; the electric fuel pump apparently had an intermittent fault, but it was not covered by warranty and there was no easy access to the pump so the fuel tank had to be dropped to replace it.

The day after picking it up from the dealer it stalled in the same manner, so I limped it back to have what I assumed was a bad pump replaced again. The dealer asked me to leave it so they could try and replicate the problem and gave me a loaner for my trouble.  A few days later I got a call saying the problem could not be found and that the truck ran fine.

I was sure I was not imagining being stuck on the side of the road repeatedly and told them so. The service department stood by their tech’s opinion and I went out to get the truck. Of course, it wouldn’t start and in spite of having paid over $500.00 for replacing the pump, once I got under the truck I traced the wiring to the pump. I found un-loomed wires from the pump to where the harness passed under the cab. One wire had the insulation worn thin and was grounding out intermittently. Red faces from the service writer and tech, but no admission that I had just been charged for replacing a pump that was probably working. They wrapped the wires where the insulation had worn thin and installed a body clip to secure them.

1988 Country Squire photo from the web.

Shortly afterward the dealer approached me about trading the truck in, I suspect that my continuing complaints about the transmission and the prospect of having to replace or rebuild it had a lot to do with the attractive offer. In the meantime, the cassette player stopped working, then the radio. No matter how attractive an offer I got in 1997, there was no way I would take a chance on another MoPar.

Elsewhere on our fleet, the ‘88 Country Squire we got from Mom got 12 mpg in town or on the highway. The cost was becoming a burden and I shopped around hoping to get a deal on two economy cars. Before that happened, things came to a head when the wagon overheated and stalled on my wife.

She managed to coast off the interstate to the top of the exit ramp near our house. By the time I got there, it had cooled off. The radiator and expansion tank were normal, so it appeared to be a stuck thermostat. The car started up and ran fine, but Barbara was tired of the gas expense and no longer had confidence in it.

Time for a new game plan: ditch the domestic brand cars that had been bleeding us for years. Honda was doing incredible lease deals on Civics. This was a time when Honda really protected their dealers so there was only one north of Syracuse. Barbara liked the four-door, and I liked it too, but they only had one so I took a coupe instead. Two new Civics! The payments were easy, and the cars were economical, getting 25 mpg in town and 30 on the highway.

The Civics were simple and dead reliable. In the 36 months of the lease, the only things I bought were oil changes and wiper blades. In fact, we liked them so much and they held their value so well that when the lease was up our credit union loan value was 2000 dollars more than the residual so we bought them both. Oh what a feeling!  Oops; wrong brand, but the same feeling.

All our children learned to drive in them, and more than once they saved a life. It was such a relief not having to work on cars or even worse, having to pay for someone else to do it. Not having to worry if the car would start, run and stop freed us to concentrate on our children’s teenage years. Better late than never.

 

Related CC reading:

Curbside Classic: 1988 Dodge Dakota – Not Too Big, Not Too Small

CC Driving Impressions: 1998 Honda Civic LX – My Two Weeks With A Curbside Classic

Vintage R&T Review: 1996 Honda Civic Coupe – Giving People What They Want