This was the worst Chrysler product I have owned before or since.  For one thing it ate starters.  I replaced the starter and solenoid about every three months or so.  Then I even replaced the torque converter trying to outsmart the starter ghost,  It is a shame this was before Sam's club, I could have just bought a six pack of Chrysler starters at a good price and been set for a year and a half.  It also suffered many other maladies. It overheated all the time.  the radiator and engine block was filed with what looked like sand.  I had to take the engine apart and replace the radiator just so it would not look like a steam engine going down the street.

My Satellite Sebring was black with a white vinyl top.  It earned the name "Bat Mobile".  I secretly called it "Piece of Crap".  I did not want to hurt anyone's feelings.

At some point I ran into something, I do not remember what.  Whatever it was smashed the grill in and bent the bumper.  I then remember after that getting stopped by an officer of the law who told me my car needed to have a grill.  Why was that?  In any event I took what was left of the grill and tied it to the front of the car with a rope.  I now have a grill!  The officer must have been OK with this mod because he did not stop me again for this reason.  There may have been other reasons though.

One day I drove into the town of Woodbury.  As I was leaving and pulling away from the curb and into the right lane of traffic a car pulled into my lane, hit me, and creased my front fender.  We both waited for the police.  When they arrived and listened to both our stories they wrote ME a careless driving ticket even though she obviously hit me, was wearing no shoes, and did not have her registration on her person.  Could she be a bit careless?

The ticket made me fuming mad.  I turned in my ticket as not guilty.  I was going to fight!  As I looked at the damage on my car and way I remember the damage on her car I formulated a plan.  Once my court date arrived I was a nervous wreck.  This was a new experience for me.  I waited for seemingly forever in the back of the court room until my turn came.  I managed to shrug off my heebiejeebies  and stepped up to the front of the courtroom.  The ticketing officer declined to take part in the confrontation so it was me against her.  She was better prepared now I observed as she was wearing shoes.  I also assumed she had her registration as well.  I started out pointing out to the judge her lack of shoes and registration at the accident scene trying to make her out as a careless person who might very well also be a careless driver. So I got the careless ticket?  I mentally wrote her out three careless tickets for her no shoes, no registration, and her driving.  I wrote another ticket out to the officer for being a jerkface.

The judge then told me I was an idiot.  She was not on trial I was.  Gulp.

I gathered up my last remnants of courage asked the judge if I could use the blackboard (there for this very purpose I assumed) to make a point about the accident.  He agreed and said his patience was running low so I better be quick about it.  I went to the blackboard to drew a very poor picture of her car and the area of the damage to her car.  Thus area was just about a foot long and did not touch a wheel lip extrusion at all right behind the damage.  I then asked her if this looked like the approximate area of damage,  She agreed it was.  I had her! 

Her story was she was traveling the speed limit (25 mph) in the right hand lane and I pulled out into her.  If this actually was the case I surmised would not the area of damage to her car be longer if the difference in our speeds was over 20 mph?  In fact I may have been traveling about 25 mph and she was traveling a bit faster than that when she carelessly pulled into my lane.  But I am sure I raised some doubt in the judge's mind as to the validity of her story.  I turned to the judge and said "If the dent does not fit you have to acquit!"  (lol)

The judge told me he would have to take his decision to his chambers.  Apparently this fortress of solitude allowed him to ponder more clearly.  But I was disappointed but elated that I remained cool under pressure.  Several week later I received a note from the judges chamber stating there was not enough evidence to convict me of a careless driving charge.  I won!  The due process of the law was a huge success!  At least for me this time.

Sebring stayed around for a while after that and was once used as a wedding car by Eileen's best friend on her big day.  It also was our get away car at my wedding!  Eileen and I drove it to Killington for our honeymoon.  Luckily the starter was working on both of those days.  By this time Sebring had been renamed the Batmobile due to its dark as night hue and gaping hole for a front end.  It was very sinister looking.

After a while the lack of reliability got very old.  I was newly married.  I had graduated college, twice.  I was married. I had a real job. Another car was inevitable.

Good bye Batmobile....