#CrapwagonOuttake
Crapwagon Outtake: 2004 Ford Focus SVT
For decades, compact cars from Dearborn were miserable. Blue Oval enthusiasts in North America looked longingly at the rally-bred Escorts in the UK and Europe, wondering when the promised “world car” would cross the Atlantic.
Improbably, I was one of those guys. I bought a 2000 Focus sedan (ZTS model with the twincam Zetec) with six months and 6000 miles on the odo, and flogged it for seven years and about a dozen recalls. Should have listened to my Dad, who always warned against buying a first-year model.
Crapwagon Outtake: 2006 Citroen C6
Ok, I’ll admit it. I’m a closet Francophile. Unfortunately, the nearest Citroen dealer is, at least, a forty hour drive-and-ferry ride from my Ohio homestead.
As much as I enjoy driving a small, taut-handling roadster, I must resign myself to the fact that I have a wife and two kids that will occupy the car as well. We are frequent long-haul roadtrippers, with at least four round trips of over ten hours over the last year as a family. A quiet, rapid, smooth-riding vehicle is in order. Who does calm and comfy like the French?
Crapwagon Outtake: 1988 Ford Festiva Turbo
The “big engine in a small car” theme has been with car enthusiasts for generations. GTO, Sunbeam Tiger, Cobra, Monster Miata: plenty of enthusiasts, both in the boardrooms and in garages across the globe, know that more power plus less mass equates to speed.
Crapwagon Outtake: The Ultimate … Machine
Insert your own preferred derogatory descriptor in the title.
The E36 M3 – lauded as a wonderful driver’s car, yet derided as a watered-down car unworthy of the ///M badge. Built in reasonably high numbers, this M3 will never be as collectible as it’s predecessor, the Mighty E30, nor as beastly as the E46.
I think that’s ok.
Crapwagon Outtake: Squeeze My Lemon
Apologies to Messrs Johnson and, to a lesser extent, Plant for the title.
We continue our journey through the wasteland of the automotive internet with another car that fills my imaginary garage–that fantasy world where there are no orthodontist’s bills.
Crapwagon Outtake: Sacrilege?
Another red ragtop? What is this guy thinking? I promise. I’m not a hairdresser, or whatever BS-esque image you might have of me.
I just dig small, unusual, cheap cars that are fun to drive on the street.
Crapwagon Outtake: The Greatest Car Ever
Miata. The answer to everything.
Perfect commuter?
Ideal first car?
Autocrosser? Racer? Demo derby? Seriously, have you ever watched a regional level Spec Miata race?
Crapwagon Outtake: Tabula Rasa
Last week’s Hillman Husky/Miata swap provided the example for what I view as the best of both worlds – old European car with an entirely new drivetrain. Here’s a half-way finished example that could be turned into a real firecracker – provided you have the patience of Mother Teresa.
Crapwagon Outtake: The Answer *IS* Miata
I like the aesthetic properties of old British cars. The way they drive, leak fluids and operate on a sporadic basis is another matter.
Crapwagon Outtake: They See Me Rollin, They Hatin
One of the cars I’ve always admired from afar was the Fox Body Mustang Cobra. I say admired from afar because I’ve always known that it would never live up to my own fantasies if I ever drove it. But this rolling chassis presents an interesting way to get into a Cobra without running afoul of the need to preserve its authenticity.
Crapwagon Outtake: It Doesn't Get Much Cheaper Than This
I have an unnatural aversion to two-door cars. Jack’s Accord V6 Coupe would, in my eyes, be perfect if it were only a sedan. Give me an Audi S4 or a BMW M3 over their coupe siblings, no matter how attractive the lines. Ok, maybe I’d take an S5. I’d much prefer a 4-door GTI to the three door variant, and I’m glad that our Fiesta ST has a set of rear entry ports. Most people didn’t feel that way when it came to the Chevrolet Cobalt SS.
Crapwagon Outtake: X Marks The Saab
When Michael Karesh reviewed the Saab 9-3 Turbo X some 6 years ago, he found it wanting. I still want one.
Crapwagon Outtake: You Don't Have To Wait For A $30k Alfa Giulia
Why wait to pay $30,000 for Alfa’s new, long-rumored, often-postponed rear-drive Giulia when you can have one right now?
Crapwagon Outtake: White Barchetta
What a difference a decade makes. My own 2003 Miata is, by modern standards, a pure, elemental sports car. Lightweight, with a cable actuated throttle, a 5-speed manual and no ABS. But turn the clock back to 1993, just ten years prior, and you could still buy this.
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