When the Yugo GV was a Brand New Thing at the Washington DC Auto Show, my dad and I went and while I did spend a couple of minutes ogling the Pantera a couple of slots over, the Yugo was a car that I might actually find myself inside of one day, and I looked it over with great interest.

Oooh I want to know the answer to this.

Two scoops outside the hull, one scoop inside.  So long as you throw the bail water to the rear, that’s still thrust.

I hate these so effing hard. They were everywhere when they were new and they’re still everywhere to a slightly lesser degree. They seem to age pretty well, mechanically.

In 1987 I bought a base Toyota PU. No radio. No AC. It had power steering but not because I asked for it. 5-speed transmission.

How To Satisfy In The Long Term:

Who said anything about concrete?

It seems to me that a simple solution would be to built a form around it and pour a gigantic frikkin river table with the sub in it. Once it sets, problem’s solved.  Can’t sink in a solid!

In my humble opinion, all of them.

“How did your car wind up on its roof in your front yard, anyway?”

So it’s “hot pursuit” just because the officer turned on his lights? That’s the only criterion? I’m speeding at 10-over, the cop turns on the lights and THAT makes it “hot pursuit,” even if I’m already slowing down, heading for the shoulder with my turn signal on?

Never mind that Tesla outscored domesticity rankings on all GM vehicles, including the Corvette. Never mind you can get a Toyota badge to unironically affix to your Chevy Cavalier.

Not the Volt, not anymore.  Too bad.

You can find one for under $10k.

NOTE: street cred is not something you buy, nor dirt track cred. Cred is earned.

There’s a Greenwood C4 on the ‘Bay for $10,500, but the ad is thin and the car is an automatic. No word on what kind of performance enhancements the engine got, but it has the bodykit for what that’s worth. The Greenwood is very much an In The Know aftermarket house. It blows the budget a bit, but it looks like the…

There are no current Lincolns that I would point to as a good starting point for building a new Batmobile. So let’s take it back to the spiritual successor, skipping the too-iconic Futura concept that was the hero car of the TV show:

Don’t forget that Batman is a master of disguise. Want to disappear? Volare.

And then there’s the whole definition of luxury. It’s pretty damned luxurious, not having to walk. Ooh, air conditioning - nice! Ooh, the seats recline! Nice.

There’s aspirational like Jag is now - expensive, but not so expensive I couldn’t actually buy one. It’d hurt and I’d have to get a loan to do it, but I could do it.