My 1995 Mazda Protege: Zoom Zoom, Whir, Crunch, And Pop – Lemon Law Protege

 

This story pisses me off every time I tell it.

In late 1994, we got my now-ex-wife a ‘95 Mazda Protege. Dark blue, with purple tones in certain light. It replaced her GLC, which she loved. Mazda had a good reputation, and she wanted another, and it was peppy for an economy car, fun to drive. It was great. For about 10 months.

After a year of working at Honda I had 5 days of vacation built up, and we headed for Wisconsin to go to the airshow in Oshkosh. We had friends and family up there, a place to stay, and I love planes, and Oshkosh.

We left Columbus, Ohio on a Friday morning, planning to stop in Indy to see my wife’s grandma for lunch. A couple of hours into the three-hour leg, the stick popped out of 5th on the highway. Strange. Put it back in, it stayed for a while, then popped out again. Happened a couple more times before we got to grandma’s house. I called the local dealer, and they were not at all interested and said they were booked into the next week. Okay. Called the dealer in Columbus where we bought it, and they didn’t think it was a big deal, said go on with the trip and bring it in when we got home in a week. Okay, cool.

Off we went. The closer we got to Chicago, the more it started popping out of 5th. Nothing else, no noise or vibrations. Then it started popping out of 4th, and grinding in the other gears. By now we were behind schedule and hit Chicago at rush hour. That starts around 3 in that city, earlier some days, and frankly, I’ve never driven through Chicago without getting stuck in traffic a few times, no matter what time I go through, no matter the route. It’s better with the far outer belt, but this was before that existed. By the time I got to a payphone (this was before cell phones) most dealers were closed for the day, and the rest said they were either closed on Saturday or booked till Monday. With three hours more on the road to get to Oshkosh, and no local repair options (plus we would have to get a motel in Chicago and wait two days or more), we pressed on.

Made it into Oshkosh with first and second gear remaining, and third iffy. Went to the local dealer first thing in the morning. They said it would take a week or two to find and install a rebuilt transmission, and they wouldn’t give us a loaner. I argued, and eventually they agreed to cover a rental. With the airshow in town all the rental places were fully booked, but we finally found one: a Ford Aspire, probably the worst car I’ve ever driven. Very flimsy construction, wooden steering, iffy braking, wheezing sounds from the engine that would barely get it up to 65 mph, and boy, you didn’t want to be in that thing moving that fast anyway. But it was all we had, and it got us around town for the airshow, and home to Ohio, since I only had one week of vacation and the dealer made no progress in getting a transmission before we had to leave.

The Protege was a decent car when it didn’t have issues.  The Aspire was a crummy car when running perfectly.

 

My brother picked up the Protege at the dealer a couple of weeks later when it was finally done, and met us halfway, somewhere in Indiana, to trade cars and return the rental. My wife took her repaired car and drove it for a few weeks. Till the transmission started making noises and popping out of gear.

It kept getting worse. We went back and forth with the dealer about it. They weren’t able to fix it, and were not interested in putting another tranny in (neither were we.) It had some other minor issues, like a high-pitched noise from the radio. Kind of like feedback, or a belt squealing. It almost drowned out the music. Took it in for that, and I walked into the service area first to explain the problem. Said the noise the radio made was something like the sound of a squealing belt. My wife pulled in with the radio on. Tech said, “Oh, yeah, definitely a belt.” I said, “Honey, please turn off the radio.” It stopped. The dealer service shop was flummoxed. They replaced the radio.

After almost a year of no progress on the transmission, we gave up and hired a lawyer. I had never had one before and was skeptical, but the only solution seemed to be to sue under the “lemon law,” which this car clearly met the definition of. That took more time, and money, but eventually we settled for an amount that let us pay off the car and pay the lawyer, with a couple thousand left over as a down payment on another car.

We got a Civic hatchback. It was great. I’ll never buy a Mazda again, and sometimes still sneer a little when I see one. Oh, I know most of them are good cars, but I bear grudges.  For a few years afterward any unexplained noise on the road made my butt pucker. PTSD?