As an old car buff, I can’t see anything at all smart about the new smart cars. I roll my eyes each time I see some sucker in those roller skates. I drive a 1968 Plymouth Sport Fury that is 18 feet long and weighs in at around 3600 pounds. If one of those “smart” cars gets in a rumble with me, chances are I’m walking away. I don’t know about the other guy.

In my opinion, it is just not worth your life to get good gas mileage or to be “green”. I’m all for taking care of the planet, and also all for stretching my dollar as far as it can go. However, I refuse to dip into the realm of the ridiculous to do so. I don’t know when I’m going to die, but I can guarantee you one thing: My tombstone will NOT read, “His fuel economy was awesome”. I’ll get 15 MPG in a big block all day long before slipping into an eggshell on wheels and getting on public highways and byways. No. Way.

Cheers to all those who purchase and drive those things successfully. They are braver than I am, by yards. It’s not a guaranteed death, of course, but why take the chance? Those cars should be outlawed. Unfortunately, they are the way things are going, and the government is trying to phase out the old iron.

The Dukes of Hazzard drove a 1969 Charger. The A-Team mashed n a cool 1983 GMC van. Michael Knight drove KITT, which was a raunchy Trans-Am, and a generation before, Smokey and the Bandit did the same thing. Even the Scooby-Doo “Mystery Machine” was cool.

Nothing is cool or attractive about these sub-compacts. They are dangerous, they are gutless, and they have zero room inside them for a family or even groceries.

Rant over. :)