I’ve always wanted to drive a Trabant. When I tell this to people who know Trabants well, they give me the same sort of look as if I’d said “I’ve always wanted to know what shit from a mule tastes like.” But I don’t care. I just had my first experience driving a metaphorical mule shitwich, and I couldn’t be more delighted.
It’s easy – remarkably easy – to make fun of a Trabant. Objectively, it’s terrible in pretty much every quantifiable way. But looking at this car that way simply isn’t a fair judge of what it is. The Trabant, in its own, very specific way, is a triumph. What makes it a triumph is the fact that this car is essentially the exact opposite of a Bugatti Veyron.