Oops, I Crapped My… Driveway?
All crap, all the time, featuring:
- Trofeo (my new hero Molly)
- Gremlin (Dribble)
- Berlinetta (Mrs. Camaro (go figure))
- Yugo (Kenneth S. Berman, Republican)
- LeCar* (le français faux for “the car”) (Bagman), and…
- Pinto’s evil cousin - the “Mustang” II (Pod, Yoko). No it doesn’t prance. but it does fly, with the right inducements.
I will have you know that none of my cars made the POS hall of fame turdology. How they escaped notice, I cannot tell you. Must be the same way that Starfires, Opels (any), and Isuzus (any) slipped by. Judge the following automotive pukefests for yourself…
Not even VW knew how to make this crapfest work
The one on the right is the bigger POS. The one on the left (Festiva) was killed before its POS-ness (as alleged by Molly) came to light.
Compared to a Maverick - it’s the shit. Otherwise, it’s just a piece of it…
If it makes you feel any better, I have ridden in, slept in, known an idiot frat brother who drove, crashed into or been crashed by nos. 50, 49, 46, 28, 26, 23, 22, 21, 19, 18 (its evil, shittier cousin), 16, 15, 14, 12, 11, 8, 7, 6, 2, and of course 1
*Really, the “LeCar” should be named “la voiture,” but who in a WalMart parking lot could hope to pronounce it?
Buford: La Vulture‘? WTF, Ethel? Who drives a dang buzzard?
Ethel: Shucks, I don’t know
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Stumble It!
Stumble It!
…There is no “Crap Motorcycles” book I can find. And no postings re that subject. Something is amiss…