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Byline: Dutch Mandel
The Post-Turkey Day drive always allows me to stir my Thought Pot. Questions: On the busiest travel weekend of the year, why doesn't social Darwinism work at 70 mph? How can so many stupid people get motorized vehicle permits? Why isn't my car fitted with a particle-beam vaporizer to eradicate slothful left-lane dwellers? Did brother-in-law Lee really need to snarf down all those Toll House cookies?
What truly leaves me perplexed is the idea of which cars, in 20 years, will sit on the verdant field of the Orphan Car Show in Ypsilanti, Michigan.
To remind you, the Orphan show celebrates vehicles that earned respect among collectors if not from mass consumers. They are the beauties behind the frizzy hair, the Groucho brow and those Coke-bottle glasses-at least that's how their owners look at 'em: Nash Metropolitans, the Edsels and Amphicars, the Hudson Terraplanes, the AMC Pacers and Opel Kadettes. They are, alas, the Fiat X1/9s of the world.
And before you flood this office with hate mail, know they are celebrated and feted, a far better fate than ignominy! Oh, yes! Joyous season of giving thanks and good cheer, let us offer up praise for the next generation of great car orphans!
Who can argue that Nissan's Pulsar NX in coupe and in ``Sportbak'' form would-could-be anything but an orphan? The Pulsar (which followed other loner thoroughbreds, the Datsun B210 Honeybee and the F10) was marketed at a then-blossoming ``secretary's market.'' Oh, yeah, that Pulsar got back: The Sportbak was affectionately referred to ...