Indeed. Be nice to the Tatra. It has a rear-mounted V8 and it will kill you.

Capture ALL the angles!

Yes, you're right, also Saab Catherina from 1964:

I think it's actually the first CAR with a targa top since it debuted in 1965 and the targa version of a certain Porsche showed up in 1967

In those glasses, he kind of LOOKS like a Toyota Sports 800 too.

CP, although it's kind of interesting to look at and I really want to know how the headlights work. Do they pop up? I wish there was a pic showing them open.

You had me until Prius.

Doorhandles shared with the Morris Marina, Austin Allegro, Triumph TR7 & 8, Reliant Scimitar & First Gen Land Rover Discovery.

Sigh. I miss the Esprit.

There are only two real Elites.

What a fascinating glasshouse design the New Yorker has, I don't think I ever saw one before. And how cool it looks from the rear and rear 3/4 views. Totally space-age!

This is another controversial choice, so I'll let Mkolabin take the heat for me.

I wouldn't be too sad about not getting the Euro Civic, Type R or not. It is a horrible blob with appalling driving dynamics. Google "Honda Civic" and "rear visibility problems" and you will start to scratch the surface.

The racing montage scene (which they re-used in Herbie Rides Again as "Herbie's flashback dream") never fails to make me smile as you get to watch a VW Beetle overtake Cobras, Ferrari 250 TDFs, E-Types, Corvettes and god knows what else to win races. It's so ridiculous yet you want to believe it could be real!

Thing is, by now most of the ones that are left have been at least partially rebuilt/had the electrics upgraded, which makes them a lot more reliable than they'd have been when they left the factory.

While borrowing bits from other cars, they also borrowed the front of this:

What is it?

Some totally nerd info for you: on a British number plate like PPW306R, the PPW bit is not all random letters, it contains a code indicating where in England the car is registered. I'm not sure where exactly the code for this car is from, but "PW" must be somewhere either near the Lotus factory or its press office…

Jose Ferrer! Not Mel Ferrer! Whoops!

This is a poster for Crash! (1977), not to be confused with Crash (1996), the awful David Cronenberg movie about people who were turned on by having car crashes. That sucked. But this Crash! is so very much, much worse...