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As fate would have it, I was born and raised in Kenosha. And in a brief moment of insanity I worked on the AMC production line for two weeks(that's all I could stand!). When the noon lunch whistle would sound all the line workers would dash across 52nd Street (a main arterial that paralelled the factory for six blocks), in the middle of traffic, to all the taverns that lined the other side of the street, opposite the factory. Lots of beer and free sandwiches. So the moral of the story is don't buy a Gremlin or Pacer made after lunch! The workers were more lubricated than the cars!