Nostalgia factor: 6/10 – Ahh, memories – mostly not mine.
Baseline: 2, since I never personally owned one; +1 because Dad had one; +1 because it had 4 wheel drive; +1 because it had a V8; -1 because it didn’t have a 440; -12 (includes -2 for no column shifter) because it had a manual – this meant a tractor transmission, and a 3 foot gear shifter; -7 because as far as I could tell, it shifted like a tractor too – as smooth and serene as Ned Beatty in the woods; -1 because I never drove it; -5 because Dad refused to take the roof off; -1 because “It might leak when you put it back on” is lame; -1 because “where would we store the roof?”; -10 because “duh, you just built that huge garage you never park in.”
1975 Bricklin SV1. This was billed as a “safety vehicle.” This is true. A shitty AMC V8 ensures that it won’t go far, fast or long, limiting your exposure to MVAs.
Dorkmaster 9000 styling ensures that you will be safe from STDs. Not even a hooker will touch you in this. And, your coke dealer will laugh you off too. Continue reading “Worst Javelin ever”