Curbside Compulsions: The Cars We Hate To Love

Ok, we all had our Two Minutes Hate the other day, and I must say I enjoyed it myself. Fascinating to hear the secret repulsions of our normally respectful and polite commentariat, and theraputic to unload my own.  Now let’s flip the coin to its other side, our secret passions. Those certain cars we know we shouldn’t be attracted to, but just can’t help ourselves. Actually indulging in the compulsion would risk public embarrassment, private condemnation, financial ruin, and/or a horrible death. These are the cars we hate to love.

Myself, it’s always been microcars. The smallest of all, the minimum means to powered, protected travel on the street. Best known, maybe even iconic, is the mid-1950s Messerschmitt. This Italian Mivalino version (in keeping with CC’s green-and-white day) is from the fabulous Bruce Weiner Microcar Museum. Here’s the red 1955 KR200 Kabinenroller I really hanker for. It’s only 11 feet long, four feet wide and weighs 500 pounds. I’ve seen them in shows and they look great! Like a little fighter plane on wheels (no coincidence there).

Yes, microcars are completely ridiculous. Most microcars were responses to poverty. Uncomfortable at best, deathtraps at worst. Bicycles are probably safer. But still, the microcar is so perfectly simple, like a canoe or a one-speed bike. I can’t help it. I’ve spent many happy hours designing modern microcars in my head. Geodesic tube-frames with induction motors. Damn, I can feel my hands itch just talking about it.

Besides, they drive one:

Though you’d think she’d have chosen her namesake:

OK, I’ve revealed my secret compulsion, now it’s your turn.