My Dad had a '74 Pinto wagon-root beer brown with the fake wood grain slabs. I had to borrow that car for dates when I was in high school. I think that 2300cc 4cyl was only around 80HP but man was that little car reliable.
Not mine, and it was not fun to drive, either. My left hip used to ache from holding down the Pinto's clutch pedal in heavy traffic, as the pedal was very tight and high above the floorboard. The car itself sounded more like a truck.
None of my radios have ever given me the hard times I got from my Pinto. It was a '72 4-speed coupe that I bought used in '79. The car seemed in good condition, and most of the problems I had with it didn't start until after a year or so.
Eventually the heater manifold came loose from beneath the dashboard so that there was no defrost; to keep the windows from fogging up in the winter I had to fasten a separate 12-volt fan on the back window with suction cups. During heavy rains the engine used to stall if I hit a large puddle. The differential had so much play in it that it would knock when I turned corners. The engine had a tendency to run on after the ignition was shut off, and in order to stop it I had to release the clutch with the car in gear and my foot on the brake. The radiator needed to be overhauled when the seam at the top opened up and started leaking.
In one case I was on my way to the airport to catch a flight for attending my mother's funeral. It was urgent, as I had been given very short notice. Well, the car broke down only a mile or so from home, and I would have missed the flight had I not called a taxi. That's where the comedy began, because in my rush to find a phone booth I accidentally locked myself out of the car with the luggage inside, so the cab driver had to unlock one of the doors with a coat hanger that he always kept handy. The car remained parked at the curb, because I had no time to deal with it, so it got towed away and had to be retrieved from the impound lot on my return.
Sorry about drifting off topic, but I got carried away by memories of that Pinto.