Tiny (and Other) Cars of Europe
I like to think of myself as a car guy. Am I really? I don't know. I likely know more than the next guy, but maybe not as much as the guy after him. For some car guy street cred, here's some photos of the hunk of junk I drove around San Francisco for three years or so (a 1951 Ford F-1):
I loved driving that thing around. Except when I hated it. That was primarily a function of it not working when I actually needed it to work properly. Every other time it didn't work, I told myself that was part of the fun of an old truck. Which it was. Does that make me a car guy? Or a masochist? Maybe they're not necessarily mutually exclusive. I guess the bad experiences/near death experiences make for the best stories anyhow. Push starts in the rain. Rocking it back and forth to get the starter unstuck. The brakes completely failing somewhere in Daly City. The gas pedal falling off on the freeway. Getting pulled over by cops for running the Bay Bridge toll booth in the car pool lane (because the gas pedal fell off and I couldn't stop for the toll booth). Talking my way out of the ticket without telling them about the actual problem. Then actually getting moving and shifting through the gears while under their surveillance as if I had a normal fully functioning gas pedal. Oh yes! Ok, non-humble brag over.
Now where was I? Poland. Right. As someone who enjoys old, or interesting, cars I can't help but notice them wherever I am. Poland and surrounds are no exceptions. There are not only the tiny cars one would expect in Europe, but mixing in communism gives you some fun stuff you'd rarely, if ever, see in America. Some photos (and a couple of these I'm going to have to try to drive at some point):