Anyone can be a car enthusiast. It doesn’t matter who you are or what you drive. But it takes a special kind of maniac to own and love a car in New York City. If you’re gonna do it, you better do it in something interesting.
The Ford Motor Company would have you believe that you need a $60,000 twin-turbo V6 off-roading pickup truck with an aggro name and more cheats than a 12-year-old playing Grand Theft Auto V. Bah, we say! You need this only if you are a tool of the landed gentry. We’re here to prove them wrong with a true car of the…
My head was pounding. It felt like it was being crushed in a vice. I could barely breathe. “Do you mind if I take my helmet off, officer?” I asked.
Soon: the Raptor/Yugo showdown the world has been demanding for years.
“How are you getting home?” Freddy Hernandez, my esteemed colleague and terrible gift-giver asked me, after gifting me a dilapidated Yugo. “The regular route, on the highway,” I told him. “I wouldn’t do that,” he told me. “Really wouldn’t do that.”
So what if the rear brakes don’t work? It’s getting there.
I was both blessed and cursed yesterday, as my co-workers thought it would be hilarious to gift me a $1500 1991 Yugo GV. As it is a cheap as hell 26-year-old Yugo, there are some things wrong with it. Wait, no. Scratch that. There a lot of things wrong with it. Here’s everything I could find.
I thought I was nice. I thought I was a kind, friendly face around the office. A generous boss as No. 2 at Jalopnik. I thought these people were my friends. I was wrong, and I know that because I am now the proud owner of a 1991 Yugo GV Plus.
Bad press in America couldn't kill it. The fall of the Soviet Union couldn't kill it. The NATO bombing the factory to the ground couldn't kill it. And guess what, the Yugos are still kicking in one Eastern Europe country.
What's going on here, exactly? We have a Zaztava 101 — a Fiat derivative from the good folks that gave us the Yugo — driving itself happily on a beach, meandering around until it finds one of those beach cellists. Got it.
I gave that ditch a Yugo. Ditches love Yugos.
Welcome to Sunday Matinee, where we highlight classic car reviews or other longer videos I find on YouTube. Kick back and enjoy this blast from the past.
I have a story coming out early next week about a car with a surprising tie to Yugo, the infamous hatchback built in Serbia by Zastava and imported to the U.S. by entrepreneur and madman Malcolm Bricklin. Until then, here's MotorWeek's 1986 take on the car.
Every generation or so some smart guys came along who figured out how to make basic transportation at an affordable price. According to this vintage commercial the "smart guys" who created the Yugo would have you believe next in line after a Model T or a Volkswagen Beetle was the Yugo.
It may be hard to fathom, but during its 6-year dalliance here Yugo sold over one hundred and forty thousand cars in the U.S.. For today's Nice Price or Crack Pipe contest we have eight Yugos - one for each side of an octagon. But will their package price prove a similarly shaped stop sign?
These are Yugos turned into race cars. Yes, Yugos. Yes, race cars. Raced by Serbians in Serbia, they are proper track cars with roll cages, and the action is positively ferocious.
When I first saw the above clip from IFC's "Ha Ha White People" comedy Portlandia I was certain it was product placement (Subaru confirmed this), even if the universe of Portlandia is the kind of place where almost everyone has a favorite Ethiopian restaurant and drives a Prius or a Subaru. It's just a little too…