I remember back when the Petersen Automotive Museum was doing a big Mustang exhibit, I was talking to one of the curators about which cars were hardest to source, and, perhaps unsurprisingly, it wasn’t the Mustangs we think of as “rare” or valuable or any of the special editions – people preserved and kept those – but rather the mundane ones. The base-model ones, the cheap ones, the Mustang IIs, these were the cars that were hard to find. Mundane, everyday cars tend not to stick around, even when there were once many of them all over the place. I think that’s part of why I was so excited to see this early ’80s Dodge Colt.
Well, that, and the fact that this one looks like a zombie.


I saw this parked behind a grocery store, and it appears to be an operational vehicle with current registration; this isn’t some heap left out to die, this is someone’s actual, usable transportation, and I think that someone is kind of a hero.
This little car has clearly been through it, over and over, for decades. Most of the front end is gone, at least all of the plastic parts like the grille, and what we have left are a pair of rectangular sealed beams, an exposed radiator, and a bumper that’s so brown and twisted it resembles a strip of beef jerky with some rubber blocks and amber turn signal lenses stuck on it.
Judging from what remains of the sheet metal, I think this was a 1983 or 1984 Colt, which had little corner amber side marker lamps:
Those are, of course, long gone on our example here, but their absence and the resulting gaps in the sheet metal at least help us to nail down a likely age for this rugged old survivor: 41 or 42. And I’m going to go out on a limb and say this car has never been restored. Call it a hunch.
I always found these Colts were kind of handsome in a clean way, with large window areas and – hear me out – a slight AMC Pacer quality with their large glass area, thin pillars, and the general shape of the greenhouse and body. There’s something pleasingly simple and unadorned about these cars that just works, especially from the rear quarter view:
The license plate on the rear bumper instead of between the taillights I feel like was a strong choice, too, though it looks like the owner has relocated theirs to the suburbs of the bumper:
You can still barely see the “IMPORTED FOR DODGE” badge on the tailgate there, a reminder that these cars were “captive imports,” since the Colt was really a Mitsubishi Mirage. Shhh, don’t tell anyone!
Dodge went out of their way to make sure these felt “American,” giving us cowboy-themed commercials to make it clear that these cars were as American as ketchup-flavored sake:
The use of “cowperson” at the end of the commercial there conjures up some odd images of cow-human hybrids. You know the kind.
These were pretty affordable at the time, but not, like, absurdly cheap. Translating the 1981 dollars to 2025 dollars, we find that these sold for about $18,000:
How many times have I heard that guy’s voice? I feel like it was pretty much nonstop during the 1980s.
I’ve always appreciated this era of Colt/Mirage’s taillight design, too. The vertical side marker lamp works well with the ever-so-slight wraparound taillight, but what really gets me most is the red border, almost like piping on upholstery, around the whole taillight. It just gives them a nice finished look on such a simple, straightforward light.
Also, note the rubber accordion boots on the 5mph bumper shock-mounts. That’s a nice touch.
I’m impressed with this little Colt, mostly because of its dogged determination to survive. How many Colts of this era are still in active use today? It can’t be many at all. This one has clearly seen some shit, and it’s still pushing on. I wonder if the owner has come around and wears this car’s ramshackleness as a point of pride now? I hope so.
Don’t quit, little Colt. Don’t give the bastards the satisfaction.
Looks like whoever was driving it was drinking…Colt 45!
My parents had one.
I was maybe 4 years old. In the driveway running around the car tapping on the car with a stick.
My 2 year old brother sees me and attempts to join me. Picks up a short piece of rebar that was lying on the ground. Smashes a window.
I recall it kept eating CV axles. That would be where I learned the word ‘CV axle.’
I remember when this Mitsubishi Mirage first came out. The styling was really advanced for that time. It’s kind of too bad that there is no real following for this car and it receded into the black hole of history.
I love the picture of the Colt in the air knowing when it lands everything will fall off like any great 80’s comedy.
In 1984 my girlfriend (subsequently and still my missus) bought a new red five-door Mitsubishi Colt.
It was a good little jigger, and the 8 speeds meant you could always find just the right gear for the occasion.
So it’s good to see there are still a few survivors among their numbers, even though that one looks like it needs urgent anti-zombification.
Twin-Stick FTW!
I love the twin-stick; it was also simply the solution for the engine rotating the wrong way for an FWD installation. Rather than reengineer it to spin the other way, they added the extra gearing and included the secondary gear.
It would have been nice if they had made it so that you could move the economy/power lever in advance of shifting; shifting both gearsticks simultaneously was not really possible.
I have an acronym for these: MMV, or minimal-maintenance vehicle. These are the rung on the ladder between “beater with a heater” and “push it into the fence row to return to nature.”
Am MMV is a car that provides basic cheap transportation, no more, no less. Goes? Check. Stops? Check. Turns? Check. Lights work? Probably? Radio? Only if you like that one AM station. AC? Roll down the two windows that still track and nudge it up to 45mph.
It’s crap, you know it, and the car knows it. The pact between human and car is that if it keeps running, you’ll keep putting gas in it. If it’s reliable for 2-3 weeks, maybe you’ll even splurge for an evergreen air freshener. If a repair exceeds $100, then the car is off to the glue factory.
An MMV gets the minimum amount of maintenance to be safe and trudge on. Maybe it gets oil changes. Or maybe the owner just adds a quart of whatever when it gets low.
I’ve owned a few MMVs over the years. There’s a certain pride in keeping a zombie car stumbling forward for the fewest bucks possible, as long as you don’t endanger yourself or others.
I liked these, they looked good and could be had with a stick shift and a turbo and were pretty reliable even when abused.
1978 – owned the previous body style. One of the funner cars I’ve owned over this journey. No AC, am radio, crank windows, one mirror, no CHMSL.
My regards to the owner whoever they are. This is a great example of low cost motoring. Cash 4 Clunkers? To hell with that, I’m gonna roll until I can’t roll no more.
I owned one of these for a while back in the late 80s – so it wasn’t that old. But it was garbage. I spent $400 on it and may have gotten ripped off.
Did it have the Twin Stick? For extra difficulty, find a Plymouth Champ.
I bought a brand new 85 Colt. Found a dealer stupid or desperate enough to take my 82 Citation in on trade. As to the Colt, slow as mud as it was an auto, HOWEVER, not one issue as to quality or design. Everything worked from day one to day gone. Refreshing compared with the Shitation. I bought several Mitsu products after that, none with issues. I wish Mitsu could find a market foothold in the US again…