Then again, I'm of the belief that all truly great cars should occasionally demonstrate their hatred of you. 
In that case I've owned more "great cars" than one can count with all digits exposed. I hate to say this, but the one that hated me the most was a 78 Ford Fairmont wagon that I bought new as a tow car for the Sprite. I also used it as a daily driver and before it was a year old, it had been in the shop 11 times, 8 of those times arriving on the hook. I finally traded my wife for her 70 VW. Funny, it musta liked her a lot better, cuz it never went 'back to the womb' after that.
Then there was an 87 Monte Carlo SS Aerocoupe that seemed to have vampiristic tendencies. It had never-ending problems with the instrument cluster and every time I'd do an r&r on it, I'd end up bleeding from both hands. Fortunately, I sold it for twice what I paid for it (the seller believed it had a flat cam....it was a broken vacuum line) after replacing the plastic nose and a couple of minor things.
Some others that hated me: 76 Honda Accord, 65 Sunbeam Alpine (the Prince of Darkness definitely had a grasp on that one), 58 Opel Rekord Kombi (ate transmissions for breakfast), 63 Peugeot 404 (I out that one on its head) and a 68 Nova that my youngest son and I built together. He finally killed it by driving it with very little coolant until the needle of the temp gauge snapped off. It was a little hot. Took out both heads and the block...it was a mild 355 V8.
I think my current "economy car" (88 Camaro V6) has a passive-resistive dislike for me, but for the moment, I think I have it under control...I think.
