Bart: Otto! There's a gremlin on the side of the bus!
(Otto looks out his side window and sees Hans Moleman driving a 'gremlin' car.)
Otto: Don't worry, Bart dude. I'll get rid of him.
(Otto slams into the car, running him off the road.)
Hans Moleman: Oh, I just made my last payment.
(Moleman's car almost crashes into a tree, but then explodes anyway.)

Today, part four of our series of the agonizing pain in which I live every day.

Can you imagine trying to drive one of these things on a highway in a modern city? I can imagine two kinds of drivers that would end your day in a ball of fire.

The guy 20 car lengths back that sees your turn signal as an affront and rapidly accelerates into your blind spot to stop you coming over. Because no way in Hell is anyone going to merge in front of him on -his- watch.

The guy that's got places to go and 'that asshole struggling with some Cold War looking piece of shit car' is in his way. Time to aggressively cut in front of him to assert dominance! And then everybody starts doing it as if following his lead. Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh

Even in a normal car it's all out war on the interstates. If you can navigate the highways in let's say the greater Atlanta metro area in one of these... things my only question is: How do you fit your giant balls into the car to begin with?!

If anything I’d call them the contra points of car reviews.