Discovered this while i was trying to look up videos of 70's new yorkers.
Apparently Chrysler had a 'helpful' computer voice that reminded you of stuff while in your car! Called Electronic Voice Alerts.



also awesome Gauge cluster.

One of my Daytonas had that, my '86 Turbo Z I think. The digital stuff was cool, but the buttons were really cheap and stopped working on most stuff. My trip computer didn't have a single working button on it, which was bad, because as you can see (above the radio)... it had a LOT of buttons.

I think that car had about 26 different clocks.



Now that I think about it, my 80's Chryslers with analog clusters had gauge issues all the time as well.

I love this thread.

I remember my grandmother had a New Yorker (based on kcar) with this, I thought it was a woman type robotic voice though. Maybe I am wrong. I never understood why/how a door was or could be a jar though.

http://www.stanwatkins.com/eva/eva.shtml

Posted by bandi One of my Daytonas had that, my '86 Turbo Z I think. The digital stuff was cool, but the buttons were really cheap and stopped working on most stuff. My trip computer didn't have a single working button on it, which was bad, because as you can see (above the radio)... it had a LOT of buttons. I think that car had about 26 different clocks. http://www.turbodo...l-gauges-laser.jpg Now that I think about it, my 80's Chryslers with analog clusters had gauge issues all the time as well.

That interior is beautiful.

Posted by gambino I remember my grandmother had a New Yorker (based on kcar) with this, I thought it was a woman type robotic voice though. Maybe I am wrong. I never understood why/how a door was or could be a jar though. http://www.stanwatkins.com/eva/eva.shtml

They had both, the male voice frightened some people. (It was sorta terrifying.) My Daytona had a demonic male voice, sounded like a Speak and Spell.

And yeah, a jar is something you put jam in...

Posted by Ricky_from_TV That interior is beautiful.

You could not imagine how many pieces of it rattled...

Posted by bandi You could not imagine how many pieces of it rattled...

Truth

I love how digital Chrysler dashes from the 80's had so many different and unique ways to tell you about all the things that are going wrong.

Posted by sleeperspirit Truth

Yet I still lust for a tidy 1st gen Daytona.........

Posted by jeepdave I love how digital Chrysler dashes from the 80's had so many different and unique ways to tell you about all the things that are going wrong.

The worst was the low fuel light, which would come on about 2 seconds after your car sputtered to a halt.

Posted by bandi You could not imagine how many pieces of it rattled...

I don't doubt that...

Murilee Martin (aka Judge Phil, of the 24 Hours of LeMons) runs a junkyard finds feature on The Truth About Cars. Fellow 24HoL racer Crab Spirits sometimes writes stories to go along with the car. Here's his entry for an '84 New Yorker.

Alec was a Chrysler New Yorker. “Fasten yoor seat belts”, said Alec as Steve-o backed him down the driveway. He didn’t want to say anything at all, hoping the teen might be ejected out the window onto the pavement in some freak accident that left himself undamaged. At the very least, he could take little Stevie with him if the next round of dangerous driving caught up with him. He was still sour about that whole “drifting” incident over the winter. Some ridiculous maneuver that involved his parking brake, of all things, had left his rear flank horribly scarred and tail light smashed. Stevie picked his nose, and wiped the offending debris on Alec’s carpet. “This is soooo undignified”, he thought digitally. “Looks like that degenerate is late for work again”, he thought. The gas pedal was mashed to the floor, and Alec groaned like a burro being spurred as he delivered all of 100hp. A P71 interceptor appeared behind Alec. “A policeman! Surely he can save me.” Alec sent the wrong mixture feedback to his carburetor to make his exhaust sooty, and intentionally malfunctioned his turn signal in an effort to gain the officer’s attention. Sadly, the Crown Vic formed up behind a red Kia and pulled it over instead. Nobody noticed the Chrysler anymore. The executive car chirped into the parking spot in front of the Old Navy, and the teen jumped out. “Don’t foorget YOUR keys”, Alec muttered with sarcasm. “…because I certainly wouldn’t want to be stolen you little twit!”, he added well after Steve-o bolted off. Alec relieved himself through the valve seals and cover gasket. That evening, Steve-o returned to the car with a female co-worker. “THAT’S your car?”, she asked. “Yeah!”, said Steve. “It’s a piece of sh#t!” As his engine was started, Alec responded in kind with a smokey blue plume as oil vapors cooked off his motor and entered the cowl vent. Alec carried his passengers behind the Toys R Us loading dock, where some lewd behavior commenced. “If only Mae could see what her grandson has become, God rest her soul.” Once their romantic interlude was over, Steve shuttled the poor girl back to her car. In an effort to impress, he left his door cracked as he pulled away. Alec felt obliged to show off, uttering “A door is a JAR”. “What does that even mean?!”, said the girl, and the two kids had a chuckle at Alec’s expense. The couple leaned against Alec’s fender and shared their heartfelt goodbyes for the evening. On the way home, Steve bragged to his friend over the phone about “nailing” the girl. “Such a gentleman”, Alec thought as one of his hubcaps clicked away. The boy sped up to catch the light at the intersection. With his phone still to his ear, the Chrysler pitched hard over, and the tires squealed in protest as he made the right-hander. Alec bounced wildly as he attempted to manage the dip at the apex. A hubcap flew off, and skittered against the median curbing. “You’re going back for that?! Right?!”, he screamed inside. Alec felt a sickness in his gut. The long ignored noise from his timing chain had suddenly grown louder. “Oh god, this is it.”, he thought with dread. The chain departed. Alec could stomach it no more. “Your engine oil pressure is low. PROMPT service is required!” Steve, suddenly faced with the possibility of a serious problem rendering him carless, started caring about Alec’s well being. “Dude, something’s wrong with my car. I might need you to come get me. Yes, I’m serious. It’s saying there’s no oil pressure, but there’s SOME oil in it.” Alec was towed to an independent repair shop the next day. At last, he would receive some much needed pampering. The mechanic discussed Steve’s options with the repairs necessary. Steve stood there speachless, and stared forlorn at Alec. It was quite an emotional moment. For the first time in a long while, they felt a fondness for one-another. A flatbed arrived to take Alec away. As the tow cable pulled him up the ramp, Alec thought “Ha, I bet this shop isn’t up to Steve’s standards for taking care of an advanced vehicle such as myself!” He began to dream of all the factory trained service technicians who would soon be making things right with him again. To his surprise, he was delivered to a strange dusty place, where all his putrid fluids were removed. “Ah! A full service!” Then, he was placed on some supports, and waited for a delightful horde of roving technicians to work on him. “This place is wonderful!” A technician removed a front wheel, and carried it off. “You are quite astute! That does require balancing.” Next to him, a band of Jawa-like creatures ravaged a conversion van. “Poor bastard. Looks like he’s given up the ghost.” “Looks like I’m next in line!”, he thought with glee as the fork loader approached. The loader hit a bump while carrying him, and the off-center load tilted, nearly falling off. “You stupid idiot, you could’ve killed me!!!” Suddenly, he was full of dread. A nearby Mitsubishi screamed in horror. “What is this place?” “Oh god.”

(More here. http://www.thetrut...es-of-crabspirits/ )

Speak & Spell VS The 1986 Chrysler New Yorker

http://youtu.be/rR0Ofu0M53g

Posted by jeepdave I love how digital Chrysler dashes from the 80's had so many different and unique ways to tell you about all the things that are going wrong.

They really had their work cut out for the them! I had an '88 T-bird with the electronic dash. It was owned by my father-in-law and the dash illumination died at about 50k. It wasn't under warranty, and would have cost like a grand to replace, so he, and later I, just dealt with it. It was LCD, not LED, so it was kind of visible, but that was it. I'll stick with analog gauges, thanks.

Posted by gambino Speak & Spell VS The 1986 Chrysler New Yorker http://youtu.be/rR0Ofu0M53g

AWESOME.

This brings back memories. I forgot how terrible the 2.2 sounded when you were cranking it over. Ditto with the door hinge sound.

I still want one.

(My car had basically all of the problems the "informer" mentions, so the voice was quite familiar.)

Mine cranks just fine.

But the starter drive sounds like it's made out of tin and the flywheel is made out of glass. That's about what the 20 or so 2.2 powered cars I owned sounded like anyhow. I just forgot about that noise until I heard that video.