Bluto, you might have to translate that for some.

Me, I *know* about Haggard as well as Rumpole of the Bailey, so "She Who Must...." didn't need any expansion. }

The little B was a sweet car, especially if properly swathed in yaller!
Gremlin X? Power, speed, and ugly. I had a friend whose older brother had one. 0-100 in seconds, but the car didn't always go in the direction that you intended. Squirrely as shit.
Now that I'd have. Fast, weird and unique.
Definitely spot-on on all of that; one quirky little, er ... thing. -laugh-
Tom, Pepe', know what you mean. With all the hot cars my dad ever had, he said the one he had the most fun with was his '65 Ghia. You could thrash that little critter around like nobody's bidness. He said he could always tell when I'd been driving it because of the smell of gasoline. He was never too happy about my driving the XK-Es, but never forbade it. Remember my comment about the Dauphine & the size 9 shoe? That's what *he* wore. Regulars. He could finagle his feet around in the E-Type's approx. 9.5-10" wide footwell with 0 problem. *I* sure couldn't. At 15 I was already wearing size 12s. Wides. Anybody who knows the E-Types' wells/pedals can easily imagine me trying to heel-toe with those clodhoppers!