Thinking about driving again.

Oliver Cromwell Ogilvie: I dunno about this, That goon has a gun!
Mark Stiggs: It's OK! He's crazy!

Mark Stiggs: Number 1, we want zero miles to the gallon.
Oliver Cromwell Ogilvie: Right. No MPGs. It has to be a vulgarlay inefficient mode of trasnportation.
Mark Stiggs: Loud, real loud. It has to generate a terrifyingly seismic field of noise. If we could combine really loud noise with the ugliness of poverty, we'd have the ideal car.
Mark Stiggs: ...making people think that you're poor, so they know you've got nothing to loose if they crash into your car....
Mark Stiggs: Here's a list of places I want this car to be totally unwelcome. Number one: funerals. Number two: affairs of state, you know, real formal ones...ones with...chamber music. Number three: wet golf greens. Number four: the acropolis.
Oliver Cromwell Ogilvie: Ah, yes. Driving this car right in the acropolis should be completely horrifying to every civilized guy on earth.


So, here it is, my (hopefully) next car, the 1987 Yugo:

I am going to guess, if something broke, or fell off, I could 3-D print a replacement part.