These misbegotten hunks of pre-rusted misery are not exactly your Daddy’s hot rod Lincoln… though they will drive you to drinkin’. The unloved, the half-assed, and the openly-dangerous are all on display here, some with advert copy that makes one fully believe in the doctrine of the Fall of Man. How else could such lies be told, and with such impossibly bad grammar?
Fortunately the Insideline folks are providing the quality snark. For #50, the ’55 Dodge Le Femme, they observe, “Few were sold because, apparently, transvestism isn’t good marketing.” For #86, the infamous ’90 Chevy Lumina minivan: “Plastic-bodied van with an aardvark nose and dashboard top big enough to host a track meet.” But their best might be when they just give it to us straight:
#17: 1982 Renault Fuego: Fragile, front-drive French coupe that rusted quickly into dust or burst into flames amid random electrical fires. Recalled for steering wheels that came off in drivers’ hands. [emphasis mine]
You know, for that silent movie comedy experience. They had such fun adventures! I mean, who doesn’t love Buster Keaton? A filthy commie, that’s who. Vivé la Renault!