Yugo or a Fiat Panda

Well the Yugo name is more recognizable here in the states. The cars been off the market here for many many years but everybody knows the name Yugo

But a car model named "Panda" is just too adorable.

back to a joke....











Women Drivers......

Driving to town this morning on the Interstate, I looked over to my left and there was a woman in a brand new Mustang doing 65 miles per hour with her face up next to her rear view mirror putting on her eyeliner!

I looked away for a couple seconds and when I looked back she was halfway over in my lane, still working on that dang makeup!!!

It scared me so bad I dropped my electric shaver, which knocked the donut out of my other hand. In all the confusion of trying to straighten out the car using my knees against the steering wheel, it knocked my cellphone away from my other ear which fell into the coffee between my legs and DISCONNECTED AN IMPORTANT CALL!!!!!!!

DANG WOMEN DRIVERS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Did you hear Yugo is coming out with a station wagon next year?















































It'* called the AllGo.

Boooooooooooooo

It was a Friday night and pretty nice out, so me and my friends decide to go to the local mall to check out the scenery. Being enviromental-friendly we decided to car pool, but since we needed good gas mileage we decided to be bad A$$ and take the one kid'* 1994 4-door Shadow. That'* right, a nice ugly gray with the paint peel going on because of Dodge'* bad paint jobs, a 4 cylinder for it'* whopping power(it makes it to 85!! after going down the biggest hill on the highway) and a 5 spd to launch us to victory we needed to race. It was the perfect unsuspecting ride, because it looked like something a 80 yr old lady would have as a grocery getter and has only half a clutch left. Well after cruising around the mall parking lots and beepin' at some ladies, getting on mall security'* nerves, and getting everyone outside of Border'* attention with the fake Dixie horn, we had to get going. We start going down the road and I try to locate a person worthy of racing. By yanking on my seatbelt and pulling it up to the ceiling(then dropping it and repeating the process) and holding a garden hose nozzle in the other hand, it was easy to tell if the person was game for a race. We found our first opponent, a 2002 Toyota camry with a girl behind the wheel. As we pulled up to the red light I dropped the hose nozzle and seatbelt and prepared for the race. I rolled down my window(I was sitting shotgun), put my arm out there and got ready for some shifting. Immediately the girl started panicing when she realized I was about to do some serious airshifting. The light turned green and we both took off. Luckily I was able to grab the gears while making a wicked burnout noise and left her in our dust. At the next light we thought we'd have a real opponent, a 2000 F150. Unfortantuly it was a female driver that was more concerned about her cellphone and her shopping bags than to respond to the rev of a worn out 2.5 next to her. So we decided to end the night by putting the car sideways a few times and doing a couple fake burnouts in a nearby town. Strangely after all that, the hot-rod shadow needed a quart of oil. Rolling Eyes

repost eh

In the early 90'* I worked at company as a typewriter/fax repair tech. We were paid by the mile to use our own vehicles, so the less you spent on gas the more you pocket. A co-worker of mine and I are riding to a job in his Yugo. He had a "pull out deck" car stereo in his Yugo. I looked at it and said "Nice deck... How much did it cost?". Hi reply.... "More than the car....".

Like trying to pick up a turd from the clean, that radio in that car just didn't make sense....

This may be slowly turning into a Yugo joke thread, but I love it! So far, I have thoroughly enjoyed Gumball'* and willwren'* jokes. Those were pretty interesting. PontiacDad, that'* an interesting story. Where did you find it? It isn't your own, is it?

yugo is making motorcycles too!
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