@Alfisted: THAT's it.

Some mornings I see a white M5 of this generation, quietly doing the daily commute. I wonder what its weekends are like.

Can someone with a more trained eye point out the difference between this and the modern smart?

There's a sign in Acadia National Park in Maine that reads:

Simplify the color scheme to red and white, and you have our family car, circa 1970. Which, if you knew my father, is the height of irony.

My brother had a Volare coupe, thank you very much—though a fairly bare-bones version. He dressed it up with some baby moons, but you couldn't hide its spartan qualities.

Wow. All that back seat needs is the clear plasticky stuff grandma used to put on her couch.

I saw one of these the other day. The V8 exhaust note was wonderfully incongruous. Like a guy in lederhosen who talks like Richard Petty.

First of all Murilee, photographically, this may be some of your finest work EVER. I feel like I just strolled through a high-end gallery.

Service Manager: You done with that?

Quad, round headlights look good on anything. OK, maybe not on a 911, but allow me some hyperbole here.

@Ralph Wiley Is Poised: True. Case in point: my '90 Olds Calais, which ran to 193K before the next owner killed it with fire. Literally.

Inexplicably, these and their Buick/Pontiac siblings are still fairly common here in NJ. Seeing as this is pretty near the nadir of GM lameness, I'm not sure how they survive.

Just this morning, I saw VWs congregating at a gas station, including one MK1, slightly slammed, just like this fastback. Also another MK1, a more recent Golf and a Fox wagon—all lined up.

Unless I saw fire, my last thought at that moment would be to open that door. On the other hand, he probably didn't know which side was which at that point.

Pappy's all used up. Time to part him out.

Looks all Hot Wheels, or should I say, Roues Chaudes.

@AustinMiniMan: I think it's time to add Eduardo the Eggplant to the Veggie cast of characters. This car is a start.

My dad, the most unhippie person ever, drove a '66 Transporter as the family hauler in the early '70s.

My brother, who could really pick 'em, had one of these briefly. I forget if it was before or after the Yugo. But he made amends later in life by driving an Eagle.