Jalopnik got bored earlier this week and decided to hit up the Bear Mountain Car Cruise, an enthusiast event that meets every Wednesday in the summer about an hour out of Manhattan. What we saw changed us forever, including an Alpine A110, Slantnose Porsche, Saab Sonnett, and a Toyota Sera that our hearts won’t let us…
My esteemed and wise colleague, Jason Torchinsky, is delightfully visiting our home underground bunker this week. Jason wanted to take the Yugo out for a spin. That shouldn’t have been a problem. Except the Yugo, UNUSUALLY, had a problem.
Did you know there’s a whole other Spider-Man series that takes place in a multiverse where each universe has its own version of Spider-Man? I’ll admit I was not aware of this arachnid-humanoid-related development, but I am now. There’s a new movie coming out about one of these Spider-verses, and, for our purposes,…
We here at Jalopnik have cracked the secret to true joy, and it involves a tiny Yugo, a big V8 engine and a nice afternoon of ice drags. This cute little Soviet Bloc hatchback reaches over 100 mph in the 1/8 mile. It’s just what we all need.
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.
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