The Harley of sports cars. Not nearly as troublesome as some, usually those who've never had and will never have one, would like you to believe and the rattles on mine were minimal. Mine was an 88 convertible. With the top up it was like driving blind. With it down, it was almost as nice a riding a bike. Not the best year, especilly with that 4+3 overdrive and I managed to blow a head gasket, though it probably wasn't GM's fault. That said, I at some point will get another.
