I would rock the Hell out of any of those. '57 Buick's got to be my favorite, but the giant lime rolling on Forester/Legacy steelies is pretty humorous.
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A Polski Fiat 125P? We were on our second one when we left Poland. When I came back in the mid-90s with a license I got to drive it.
Imagine an underpowered lawnmower with a box designed by mule and built by farmers. You yanked on a lever between the front seats to engage the starter and let it warm up. Then put it into gear, rev it sky high(no rev counter) and drop the clutch. To be able to not stall on takeoff was an art. It topped off at about 55 or 60 mph if you could stand the noise and didn't value your life. I don't believe the tiny wheels needed to be balanced.
When my parents picked their up new at the factory they brought a few choice parts with them. You see, the car was very likely to break down, especially when new. You always had to have a spare fuel pump and some other choice parts in the trunk(front) because they could die at any time.
On the good side of things a single person could pretty much fix anything and everything without many tools. The two cylinder air cooled engine was fairly light.
Aah, POS commie cars. When driving was an adventure. And an accident was going to leave a mark.
@doodzed: I believe it was a 126p. The 125 was a largish sedan (pic #1, 21) whereas the 126 "Maluch" appears in #s 11 and 12.
Growing up in Sweden I remember frequently encountering 126s loaded with five Polish students and all their luggage, especially during harvest season when one could earn hard currency.
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You want me to...steal you and smuggle you back to the US where you belong?
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Bah....hellwiddit. Git me started. Those, goddamnit, those were the days.
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And someone please ID the blue car with the jet airline on the hood...it's nagging me.
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Imagine an underpowered lawnmower with a box designed by mule and built by farmers. You yanked on a lever between the front seats to engage the starter and let it warm up. Then put it into gear, rev it sky high(no rev counter) and drop the clutch. To be able to not stall on takeoff was an art. It topped off at about 55 or 60 mph if you could stand the noise and didn't value your life. I don't believe the tiny wheels needed to be balanced.
When my parents picked their up new at the factory they brought a few choice parts with them. You see, the car was very likely to break down, especially when new. You always had to have a spare fuel pump and some other choice parts in the trunk(front) because they could die at any time.
On the good side of things a single person could pretty much fix anything and everything without many tools. The two cylinder air cooled engine was fairly light.
Aah, POS commie cars. When driving was an adventure. And an accident was going to leave a mark.
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Growing up in Sweden I remember frequently encountering 126s loaded with five Polish students and all their luggage, especially during harvest season when one could earn hard currency.
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