Today, a yellow Mercedes TD300 wagon. Like in this web pic:
It’s a diesel Mercedes-Benz W123. Model years are 1976–1986. I admire those old diesels. They’re near indestructible and can run forever!
I saw it coming up to pass me on the highway climbing up the Santa Cruz Mountains (Patchen Pass, 1,800’). I was admiring it behind me and watching it pass me, but as it passed me I saw the driver was a nice young lady and its license plate was BABE WGN.
In that second photo I thought that was some weird sort of Mad Max style vehicle heading straight for the pink and blue SUV! On closer look I realized it’s the back of a tow truck.
The wrap appears to be called Baby Milo. The closed I could find WRT the plate is a rapper that had their wrapped car stolen in Illinois. I doubt it’s related though.
I saw a vehicle that looked like one of the Telo trucks, except it had a closed back (I think), plus it was all painted in some loud pattern (blue and white diagonal stripes?), and it had a blue light over the cab like a UK police car. This is all based on a very brief glimpse, because I was driving and it was going in the other direction. Location: northern San Mateo county, just south of San Francisco. If anyone can identify it from the description, I’d love to know what it was.
At a Subaru dealership I saw this poster of a car I’d never ever seen before, either in a picture or IRL, the 1970 Subaru 360. Its engine displaces a tiny 356 CCs.
If you’re the readin’ kind, I highly recommend The Yugo: The Rise and Fall of the Worst Car in History by Jason Vuic. Its not only a fascinating read that dissects the Yugo (which actually had the DNA to be a better car than we ended up getting) but it also devotes a few chapters to Bricklin himself. I find it fascinating that Bricklin is single-handedly responsible for bringing both Yugo and Subaru to the US. One became a pariah and the other became phenomenally popular – both reputations justified.
I had a friend in high school (late 80s) that had a Yugo his parents bought new, and I got to drive it occasionally. A Yugo with four people in it was perfectly capable of doing such important teenage things as going to the movie theater or pizza place.
His girlfriend had a shitty American hatchback, maybe a Dodge Omni, that wasn’t that much better.
Thinking back to all of the hatchbacks I dealt with the in the 80s is quite the nostalgia trip. All of those cars were pretty bad, but some so much worse than others. I’m so glad when it came time for my parents to buy a little hatchback they ended up getting a Toyota Pickup instead.