Ok, first of all I meant it as a joke, given that love of unusual and even POS cars is a requisite for Jalopness. It's obvious that if you're here in Jalopnik, you're a Jalop. I hope that's become clear.

Well, at lower revs an engine loses less power in friction... compared with itself at higher revs.

It's a better idea than acid rain and cancer for everyone.

You, sir, ain't no Jalop.

Those responsible deserve a slow, painful death. These cars are worth morre than their lives.

And to misinform the Soviets.

Even so, long-wavelength radars such as the P-18 (DoD code Spoon Rest D) were able to track down F117s during the Kosovo War. It's an awesome feat to to make an airplane as the F117, but it's also an awesome achievement to bring down one of them with good ole S-125 (SA-3) missiles.

It still takes a helluva calculation power to have stealth curved surfaces. Thankfully for you 'Muricans, DARPA has access to computers able to do that.

There's a name for that feeling in my mother tongue that can be extrapolated to English as "toothery" (since it makes you clench your jaws). And yes, that's what I feel in front of beige. No beige, no toothery.

What!? What in the name of all that's holy is this!? The only word that can describe my mind with a semblance of accuracy is "befuddled".

Thou shalt love Cars above anything else.

Well, good for you, but if my kids are anything like their father, they'll be quite lazy. So better to teach them the hard stuff first, before they get all comfy with automatic transmissions and refuse to learn to drive stick before "it's too hard and I just want to get from A to B". Which, come to think of it, would…

Amen. My first car (and still my daily driver) is an 80 bhp FWD manual French econobox which weighs barely 850 kg (under 2000 lb). Never crashed it, despite doing daily commutes through clogged cobbled European streets, and still has a factory trans and clutch despite having travelled more than 120000 km (70000 miles).

Rags, leftover wood pulp, whatever they could grab.

Wait, wasn't that one of the titles bestowed upon Nicolae Ceausescu? Or was it over Viggo in Ghostbusters II?

Or body panels out of Kazakh cotton.

True. What those Saxons could make on a literal shoestring budget was amazing. One could only wonder what might have been had they had the resources of their Wessi counterparts.

NEU! Mit Zweitakt-Zweizylinder Motor!

Romanian-made French leftovers.

Kudos for the Kusturica film pic, but actually ALL Trabants had body panels made out of Duroplast, which was resin-reinforced cellulose fibres.