Nun, wenn es denn was gutes wäre wo er ist, dann okay, aber auf einer 10 Teilnehmer liste für die "Worst cars ever" auf Platz 6 zu landen das hat er sich nun aber wirklich nicht verdient.
Das ist von der BBC (von dem Typen der da mal in diesem Video den Toyota Geländewagen gequält hat).
http://www.topgear.com/content/featu...worst_cars/10/
10 - AMC Pacer
First made: 1975 Last made: 1985
In the fuel crisis of the mid-1970s American car makers were totally stymied. General Motors, Ford, Chrysler and the American Motors Corporation just did not make small, economical cars. They could only look on aghast as Japanese imports piled in and snatched sales from under their very noses. The panic to compete sired some emergency products, with the 1975 Pacer standing at the very forefront of this shabby pack.
In photographs, the goldfish-bowl looks and three doors suggested a car about the size of a Volkswagen Polo. In the metal, it was longer than a Ford Granada, accompanied by the gigantic wheels of every other Detroit dinosaur.
As an 'economy' model, you would probably expect an appropriately thrifty engine. But the smallest available in the Pacer was a burly six-cylinder 3.8-litre motor as big as a Jag XJ's. Or you could even have a five-litre V8.
The Pacer did boast one special selling point. The driver's door was longer than the passenger's for easy access to the rear seats, and so that children could step out safely straight on to the pavement. At least that was the theory for left-hand drive examples destined for the USA. But even that novelty went rather pear-shaped when cars were converted to right-hand drive for the UK - the big door, as a result, ended up on the wrong side. Hello on-coming traffic.
The Pacer utterly failed to stave off the Toyota Corolla and its economical ilk. It lasted for a miserable five years before AMC quietly snuffed it out, although it made a starring return, sporting turquoise paintwork and flamed wheelarches, as the Mirth Mobile in Wayne's World. When Britain's Motor magazine tested one in 1976, its coverline read: 'We test the Pacer - and wish we hadn't'.
9 - Volkswagen Polo Harlequin
First made: 1995 Last made: 1996
Volkswagen's attempt at a rib-tickler. A Polo, launched in 1995, with every single exterior panel painted in a different colour. Some of which clashed. Looks, as a result, like one of those bangers that's been repaired using randomly painted panels collected from write-offs during a rummage around at the local scrapyard. Apparently aimed at the cluelessly, self-consciously whacky buyer. Or else just the totally indecisive.
8 - Cadillac Seville Diesel
First made: 1980 Last made: 1985
As if a chromed, brutally squared off Boss Hogg front end matched to a peculiar sloping, vinyl-covered rear aren't grim enough, this was Cadillac's concession to the economic turmoil of 1980. Propelled by a 5.7-litre V8 diesel (yes, diesel, built by Oldsmobile) engine with just 105bhp. It wasn't optional - there was no petrol alternative for a whole year. Self-made men must have wondered why they'd bothered.
7 - Panther De Ville
First made: 1975 Last made: 1985
From the company that brought us the Cortina-based Kallista open two-seater came this vulgar travesty. It had Austin Maxi doors, Jaguar power and a ridiculous £39,000 price tag back in 1975. And it was intended to look like a Bugatti Atlantique, but didn't. Glenn Close as Cruella DeVil drove one in the movie version of 101 Dalmations, while the late pisshead and luvvie Oliver Reed lurched around in his in (sur)real life.
6 - Daihatsu YRV Turbo
First made: 2003 Last made: Soon, we hope
Possibly the most pointless car of all time: a gawkily skinny, upright micro-MPV with wheels the size of yo-yos and that's just the standard YRV. Now savour the legend 'Turbo 130' tackily emblazoned down the side of this one. Yes, they have tried to turn it into a performance car. As a result, prepare for those tiny tyres to fry as 130bhp is sent in the direction of the tarmac. Sink lower into your seat and ask the question: not YRV, just why?
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Ich empfinde das als bodenlose frechheit
