Overview
A visual feast of fifty of the most craptastic cars ever to hit the American highway.
Crap Cars is a window into the vanity and silliness of almost any decade as expressed through that ultimate of status symbols: your car. Traveling from the ’60s to the ’90s, it showcases the cheapest, the tackiest, and the mechanically inept, including cars made by companies like Porsche and BMW that put them to shame. There’s also the blobby Merkur Scorpio, the ungainly Rolls-Royce Camargue, the squarish Maserati Biturbo, and the (ironically) flammable Renault Fuego. Each photo spread is accompanied by a short, hilarious critique by Richard Porter, a crap car expert, who sees straight through all the pimped-out bodywork to the true lemon that lies underneath.
Crap Cars is the perfect gift for anyone who loves cars or the casualties of bad taste, or for that special someone who misses their own beloved, long-gone piece of crap.
Synopsis
A visual feast of fifty of the most craptastic cars ever to hit the American highway.
Crap Cars is a window into the vanity and silliness of almost any decade as expressed through that ultimate of status symbols: your car. Traveling from the ’60s to the ’90s, it showcases the cheapest, the tackiest, and the mechanically inept, including cars made by companies like Porsche and BMW that put them to shame. There’s also the blobby Merkur Scorpio, the ungainly Rolls-Royce Camargue, the squarish Maserati Biturbo, and the (ironically) flammable Renault Fuego. Each photo spread is accompanied by a short, hilarious critique by Richard Porter, a crap car expert, who sees straight through all the pimped-out bodywork to the true lemon that lies underneath.
Crap Cars is the perfect gift for anyone who loves cars or the casualties of bad taste, or for that special someone who misses their own beloved, long-gone piece of crap.
The New York Times - Roy Blout, Jr.
The captions to photographs of shiny automobiles are generally complimentary, I believe. In this book they are full of spleen. The effect is startling, and on the whole salutary, like a corporate report with text by laid-off employees. In their picturesque or showroom settings, the cars as illustrated call for ta-daaa. And on the facing page, the author, Richard Porter, a British automobile critic, goes plppp.
Editorials
Roy Blout, Jr.
The captions to photographs of shiny automobiles are generally complimentary, I believe. In this book they are full of spleen. The effect is startling, and on the whole salutary, like a corporate report with text by laid-off employees. In their picturesque or showroom settings, the cars as illustrated call for ta-daaa. And on the facing page, the author, Richard Porter, a British automobile critic, goes plppp.— The New York Times