And burn in hell:
- PT Cruiser, a eulogy: It’s about damn time (Jalopnik)
The PT began its life under both Chrysler and the now-defunct Plymouth brand. Remember 1999? Back then, SUVs and big pickups were the hottest thing on the planet — an automaker couldn’t put out a bad one, no matter how ridiculous, unreliable or fuel-hungry it was. That’s where the PT Cruiser came in.
In 2008, the neglect really began to show. The PT received the unwanted title of Most Dangerous New Small Car in America from the IIHS as safety regulations passed the PT by while no engineering money came its way. That same year, rather than making any substantive engineering improvements, Chrysler unveiled its fifth Dream Cruiser special edition. And that’s how it’s been for the last few years: sticker and trim packages on a rapidly aging, increasingly incentivized, once-popular car.
If I sound bitter about the PT Cruiser, it’s because I am. The PT Cruiser is an uninspiring and uninspired car, catering to people who like to think of themselves as whimsical free spirits but who’ve trapped themselves in the overcautious mundane. (“Look how many generic retro styling cues my front-wheel-drive inline-four slushbox has!”) It is a shining beacon of mauvaise foi; a gaudy, marshmallow-like affront to everything focused and functional about the automobile.
What makes things worse is that it was a great car — the damn thing sold like nobody’s business and doubtless made its equally gaudy and marshmallow-like drivers very happy for a few years. It’s garish and tacky, but so are Crocs, and demonstrated preference makes both of ’em sincere successes. I may consider the PT Cruiser to be a technical and moral disaster, but objectively speaking it was an entirely satisfactory solution to many people’s automotive problems.
And now it’s dead.