You could put all the names of all the British Leyland cars of the late
'60s in a hat and you'd be guaranteed to pull out a despicable,
rotten-to-the-core mockery of a car. So consider the Triumph Stag merely
representative. Like its classmates, it had great style (penned by
Giovanni Michelotti) ruined by some half-hearted, half-witted, utterly
temporized engineering: To give the body structure greater stiffness, a
T-bar connected the roll hoop to the windscreen, and the windows were
framed in eye-catching chrome. The effect was to put the driver in a
shiny aquarium. The Stag was lively and fun to drive, as long as it ran.
The 3.0-liter Triumph V8 was a monumental failure, an engine that
utterly refused to confine its combustion to the internal side. The
timing chains broke, the aluminum heads warped like mad, the main
bearings would seize and the water pump would poop the bed — ka-POW! Oh, that piston through the bonnet, that is a spot of bother. We'll not hear the last of Triumph on this list.
What makes a car bad? Is it the car with the worst exterior styling? The most dreadful interior? The most uncomfortable ride? The least reliable/most poorly made? Or is it a dismal combination of all these factors? For our purposes, the worst car in the world is not only the vehicle that incorporates the most of these negative traits, but also more importantly, has no redeeming qualities of what makes a car great whatsoever.
Friday, December 11, 2015
1970 AMC Gremlin
American Motors designer Richard Teague — remember that name — was
responsible for some of the coolest cars of the era. The Gremlin wasn't
one of them. AMC was profoundly in the weeds at the time, and the
Gremlin was the company's attempt to beat Ford and GM to the subcompact
punch. To save time and money, Teague's design team basically whacked
off the rear of the AMC Hornet with a cleaver. The result was one of the
most curiously proportioned cars ever, with a long low snout, long
front overhang and a truncated tail, like the tail snapped off a
salamander. Cheap and incredibly deprived — with vacuum-operated
windshield wipers, no less — the Gremlin was also awful to drive, with a
heavy six-cylinder motor and choppy, unhappy handling due to the loss
of suspension travel in the back. The Gremlin was quicker than other
subcompacts but, alas, that only meant you heard the jeers and laughter
that much sooner.
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