About a year ago, I mentioned the Yugo I proudly spent four years driving around the hills of southeast Ohio.
I’m sure there are at least a few folks in the former East Germany who share a similar fondness for their famed trabants, though I haven’t met any yet.
While widely remembered – by those who choose to remember them - as a symbol of DDR ineptitude, trabants did in fact need to pass a quality control test of sorts, usually involving hammers. Dig that music!
Trabants are wonderful machines. People miss the point of the Trabi. It was never intended as a luxury car, simply a machine to get you from Point A to Point B. Nearly every single part on a Trabant can be repaired on the side of the road with just a few simple tools. It is incredibly fun to drive, uses very little fuel and is perfect for narrow European roads and small parking places. If you’re ever in Romania, look me up, I will be happy to let you take one of my Trabis for a drive!