Eez Yugo Night.

"*facepalm*"

Like the car, and its reception in America, this article has no real point but to bring cheap laughs.

Tonight, I bring to you a post that's been gestating in my mind for some time now: Yugo Night.

It's my chance to share with you the pop cultural couch fart that was the Yugo. One of Yugoslavia's finest imports, the Yugo was called one of the "50 Worst Cars of All Time" by Time Magazine. Cheap. Breakable. Kinda ugly in a perpetually tan way. One of its prieciest special features was "carpet," I shit you not. And, and its advertising (as seen above) even admitted to its redundancy, lack of necessity and all-around European jankey-ness.

All right.

I'm fascinated with the Yugo and I have to good damn reason as to why. And quite frankly, I'm having a hard time justifying page space with this article. But, I dunno. Maybe I just find the little guy to be a funny mother. Maybe it's my cultural insensitivity and years of "European Vacation" and "Simpson" jokes ('300 km on a hectair of kerosene!' 'put it in H!') that have rendered the little ride as freakin' hysterical to me. All I know is that this car amuses me. Why, along with the DeLorean, is this car regarded so condescendingly? Is the Yugo truly the Euro equivalent to Domino's Pizza boy Honda Civics? Only my motorhead buddies would know logistics and could explain the Yugo's true inferiority. But jeez, just one look at it and you'll say that it's one lousy lookin' automobile. And that's why it seems so funny/interesting/awesome to me.

"Insert Borat-esque joke here."

I've always wanted to drive a Yugo, just to see how lousy folks claimed it to be.

Wait. Let me rephrase that. I've always to trash a Yugo, just to see if it's as easy as these YouTube videos claim it to be.

After I crash it in a rally, I can use it with Slav teens for rally parties in deserts I guess.

And for fear of admitted stereotyping, I'll admit that I just can't help but think of dudes like this in Yugos.

I don't know what I'm getting at really, but I know this car and the culture it exudes are just kinda damn silly to me. The Yugos stopped being produced last year, which, for all intensive purposes, is shocking that the cars made it this far in history. The car represented a Yugoslavian high-point in Communist production (perhaps with rifles pointed at engineers), and like the times, the ideology sounds so silly — like calling a president a Commy. It's all a joke. Maybe I'm about 20 years too late to the party. Maybe I should just nab a Fiat Panda and set it ablaze for giggles (a dumb guy thing). Whatever the car case, the Yugo has a place not in my heart or mind, but my funny bone.

I leave you with proof that this was one silly, little car.

Oh Yugo. You know you so funny.