Review Fiat Doblo 2002 JTD "the Fault-Master" - oilrag

As it was known by Mrs O - although as the miles and failures mounted she was not so complimentary.

It might have been due to those narrow front tyres locking and skittering at most modest speeds when braking on damp roads on a nearby minor road downhill stretch - where you have to halt before passing under a bridge. Never has much power (200nm) carried so much weight - through such skinny tyres - and only lasted 7,000 miles - since Julius Ceasar attempted to invade Scotland with Black Pudding as tyres on his chariot.

( the local tyre dealer said that some had actually been delivered with under spec car type tyres and had failed their first MOT accordingly.)

Mrs O`s refusal to drive it may have been that - or sensing that it drifted into off road potential understeer at normal road speeds on wet roundabouts. Or it could have been that it used to cut out on corners leaving you with no power steering.

It didn`t help perhaps that a group of us had to man-handle it across an Motorway carpark - to allow it`s immobiliser to stop being blocked by a nearby repeater mast.

Or it could have been the time it was imobilized for 5 mins on the Studland Chain ferry - by a marine transmitter. (how we used to sweat at start up time on cross channel ferries)

Bought new - it was fine on the way home -but then it rained and water poured onto the dash from the upper window seam. It went back and returned with the built in Sat Nav not working due to a glass fitter slashing the wire to the aerial. (the Sat Nav that had been delivered, by the salesman,speaking directions in Italian - with apologies for that and for the missing phone SIM card - it needed and the free 12 months connection to a control centre THAT never turned up - and you wondered who was using it )

The steering rack then dumped all it`s fluid onto the drive and failed - giving a chance to fit the off centre steering wheel on straight.

It then either cut out on bends or the revs dropped so low that you thought it might - letting you imagine the main bearings kissing the crank at 500 revs.

That SAt Nav failed at that point followed by the main ECU packing up. The clutch switch had to be disabled to stop stalling if put into neutral while moving.

"You`re driving outside it`s design parameters" commented the dealership and I was called in and advised I should be driving properly.

The side door jammed at this point and one of the coolant hose had to be replaced due to chaffing (spotted by me)

Time went on and there were many other little foibles and faults such as the rear window rubbers becoming sticky - as in seemingly uncured rubber - and on the sills that little forward facing overlap of an edge seam began to lose it`s paint.

Suddenly - it seemed we were on a wing and a prayer as the warranty was up - but always an optimist I knew all would be well.

Then, 3 weeks later the £1,500 Sat Nav (Replaced once) again threw the same pre failure wobbly.

Byy this stage Mrs O was refusing to even be a passenger in it and it was flogged back to the dealer at a great loss - but a clear conscience.

Pity about all of that - because it provided great transport over into France and Germany - but there was never any peace of mind while in it and you took great care to have a transport `plan B` + coats, food and so on - if you went further than walking distance of home.

Mrs O called it many things "old skinny tyres" - The Fault-Master" and so on. The main thing is that it`s a fading memory and no longer on our drive.

oilrag

Edited by oilrag on 13/04/2010 at 13:01

Review Fiat Doblo 2002 JTD "the Fault-Master" - WellKnownSid

Never quite that bad, but in 2003 I replaced the wife's 7 year old Vitara with a Citroen Picasso. The Vitara had never put a wheel wrong, but never really felt stable on the motorway, and with a youngster in tow a new 'family' car made the ideal birthday present.

With less than 200 miles on the clock the integrated radio stopped working. This would be start of a 'long road' of faults - I recall seven radios, three replacement instrument panels, and umpteen 'software patches'.

Climb into the car on a hot day, and the wipers would start on their own. Turn the ignition off, and you'd get some random fault, or perhaps ALL dashboard lights and digits would come on and stay on until the computer got fed up. With the lights on, the dashboard brightness could be turned down, but never turned up again without first disconnecting the battery.

Oh, the battery. Cunningly hidden under seats and layers of carpet, requiring several tools to gain access, but conveniently fitted with "quick release" clamps that had less tenacity than the delicate crocodile clips we used to use in school physics experiments. The logic of the French.

The stalling was the worst. "You need to learn how to handle the clutch" said the service manager, convinced the wife was doing something wrong. "But we were on a motorway, travelling at 70 miles per hour - it still cuts out, taking the radio and the fans with it".

Cue yet another radio, another dashboard, another software "upgrade". "Are you using the accessory socket in the back of the car?" came back the question. Didn't even know if had one, but thanks for the tip.

Finally, the warranty expired and we had to start spending our own money to keep the wretched thing on the road. £400 spent on 'diagnostics' which diagnosed nothing but trouble during the fourth year of ownership led us to dump it, a four year old car with 45,000 miles on the clock, on "webuyanycar dot com". The wife will no longer entertain the word 'Citroen' in any conversation.

When we moved to Spain I bought the wife a Daewoo. Eight years old, lots of dents and scratches, and 120,000km. Ran flawlessly for two years and 40,000km - at which point things started to break. But it had reached the age of ten years so we 'sc***paged' it for brand new Fabia, getting more money back that we'd paid for the car in 2007.

Ah, the joy of motoring!