Imagine this scene: you’ve recently made friends with a new person, and they offer to take you somewhere in their car. They pull up in a mint 1980 Polski Fiat 125p. As the Polish-built Fiat glides up, you’re already impressed. Who imports a Polski Fiat and keeps it looking so damn good? They pull up, roll down the window, and ask you to grab a red bag for them out of the trunk. They release the trunk (okay, I’m sort of skeptical this has an internal trunk release, but let’s roll with it) and you go around back, lift the lid, and are confronted with this stunning work of trunk-packing art. How do you react?
Do you allow a lone tear acknowledging the aching beauty to track silently down your cheek? Do you gasp, a deep, ragged gasp of near-erotic pleasure? Do you find a drink just so you can perform an appreciative (and directed harmlessly to the side) spit-take? Do you collapse to your knees and weep, openly and unashamedly, as you proffer yourself to this shockingly well-packed trunk?
Any of these responses is appropriate, I think.
Unrelatedly, those taillights are interesting in their simplicity; a slice of salmon upon a slice of tuna, with a little extra notch of tuna at the outer edges. The lone reverse lamp is mounted centrally below the bumper, a curious choice, but fitting for the car.
Oh, one more thing! Look down there in the lower left, where it says HIGH PURITY OF EXHAUST GASES – this has to be the strangest phrasing for bragging about low tailpipe emissions that I’ve read. “Purity” is just a weird choice of words here, because I’d think “pure” exhaust gases were, you know, all exhaust, as in unadulterated by clean air. Pure exhaust=all exhaust, right? It’s just weird.