Malcolm Bricklin, he of the Bricklin SV1, wouldn't be satisfied until he
had forced every American to walk to work. To that end, in 1985, he
began importing the Yugo GV, which turned out to be the Mona Lisa of bad
cars. Built in Soviet-bloc Yugoslavia, the Yugo had the distinct
feeling of something assembled at gunpoint. Interestingly, in a car
where "carpet" was listed as a standard feature, the Yugo had a
rear-window defroster — reportedly to keep your hands warm while you
pushed it. The engines went ka-blooey, the electrical system — such as
it was — would sizzle, and things would just fall off. Yugo. Or not.
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
1985 Mosler Consulier GTP
Warren Mosler, a brilliant economist and investor, built his sports
racer out of bits and parts that fell off the Big Three's table — a
steering wheel from a minivan here, a Chrysler engine there, some
mismatched gauges — but mostly what he did was to add lightness. The
resulting fiberglass-bodied car had a marvelous power-to-weight ratio
and did so well in racing that it was eventually banned. Or it might
have been that the course workers were suffering from post-traumatic
stress from the sight of the thing. Mosler had thought of everything but
a stylist, and the pride and joy of this arch-capitalist looked like
something from an East German kit-car company. Truly one of the ugliest
cars ever, the Consulier GTP proved once and for all that building a car
is harder than it looks.
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