I had an 04 plate Vectra and...well...where to start really.
I had a big, thirstly car that was about to give up so I needed something a bit more "normal". I initially went looking at a Focus (had one previously) but the seats looked like a sofa we had in 1989 so I decided to give it a miss. As I was leaving the garage, I saw this Vectra in black - looked immaculate so took it out on a test drive and everything went ok.
I suspect it was out of desperation more than anything else but I agreed to buy it and for the first few weeks, everything was fine. Ok, I missed my old car but at least £20 in this turned the petrol light off! Then the problems started. I was driving along the M56 one night when the oil light came on. "That's odd" I thought, as it had been serviced by Vauxhall when I bought it. So I pull off the motorway, check the oil and it was dry as a bone. Not a drop of oil on the dipstick. Thinking the garage hadn't topped it up, I went and bought some oil from a garage (not easy in a strange part of Warrington on a Sunday night), topped it up got it home and thought nothing more about it. I took it easy for the first few days - checking the oil and by Wednesday, it was gone again!
It goes in to Vauxhall for them to have a look at and when I go to pick it up, the once unmarked car had a big chip on the boot down to the bare metal (which in fairness to Vauxhall, never rusted) and a girl on the desk tell me I must have misread the oil light. I asked all kind of probing questions only to be presented with the service manager who said it was fine, hadn't used any oil and the light I had seen can't have been the oil warning light. (It was a picture with an oil can dripping and a ruler so there's only so many ways one could misread that). Deciding that the car was in more danger being left with these clowns I took it away and continually topped it up but at £50 every week I could only do that for so long.
I took it to a trusted garage who took the head off and then said everything had fallen to bits....the shells? had cracked and it needed 4 new pistons. (I actually got given the old pistons and they looked like they'd been in a blazing inferno.)
So, £1500 later, I thought "Ok - a rocky start but let's try again." I should add, that 1500 quid (which I didn't have) would have gone a LONG way to fixing my old car but anyway...)
In the further 14 months I had the car I suffered a rear view mirror that detatched itself from the windscreen at the most inopportune of moments, a failing thermostat, spurious bulb warnings, 6 headlight bulbs (all replaced with proper bulbs), a juddering clutch whenever there was the slightest bit of damp in the air, a wheel that refused to come off, a jamming cd changer, a complete loss of ALL gauges (including speedo) which usually happened when going past a speed camera or police car, speakers that sounded like a shipping forecast from 1942 and the most terminal drive I could ever have experienced.
I went nearly the life of the car trying to change it with my limited funds for a Mondeo and even got as far as picking the car and going in to sign when I realised I'd be spending MORE money on an older car so I just held on.
The car was reasonably comfy and it did have more toys than an equivalent Mondeo (that screen in the middle was quite handy) but in everything else from gearchange, drive, power and quality, pretty much any Ford trounces it. When it was working, on a motorway, it was just about ok - and you could see why it was a repmobile. Anything else though and it just highlighted that the car had all the driving dynamics of a lump of coal.
My Dad bought a Mondeo in the last few months of my ownership - a few trim levels down from my Vectra and I remember thinking then that the Mondeo was twice as good. That's what prompted me to get rid.
I realise my experiences are probably not the "norm" but I have driven other "working" Vectras and they all suffer the "Oh my God, what have I done" problem. It wasn't a complete write off though; if nothing else, it served as a warning to me. Never again shall I ever buy a car in haste....and when I'm in a showroom drooling over a car and about to sign on the dotted line, I'll think back to that horrible machine and promptly walk away, sobbing.
I'm sorry for the big rant but I had to get that off my chest.
Adam