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A bookstore down the road a ways gets a notice in Bookride:

A bookseller on Route 1 in Porstmouth NH recently got in the papers yet again – he makes Bernard look like John Inman (‘Are you Being Served?’)–he charges a $5 browsing fee and has been known to knock out customers who venture in his shop without permission. I had heard of him over the years as an example of a dealer who had seriously lost the plot and have always been amazed that he stays in business.

Go and RTWT – the man is nuts. I was warned away from there 15 years ago by a friend who told me about the browsing fee and the generally threatening (“Why should I sell you my books, you POS?”) vibe. Portsmouth Herald article here.

The Telegraph's 100 fugliest cars of all time.

Here. (They are up to number 41 at this point).

Agreed:

  • 88 – Aston Martin Bulldog. Should be driven by Jan-Michael Vincent in a bad sci-fi movie.
  • 78 – Bond Bug. Just for the ‘what were they thinking?’ – “A three-wheeled vision in tangerine. Top speed 78mph, but quite easy to tip over. And then it was impossible to get out.”
  • 76 – Yugo 55. Driving one does allow you to heap scorn on Trabant drivers, but that’s it.
  • 59 – 80s Mustang. Sorry. Fugly.

Wrong, wrong, wrong.

  • 100 – Bugeye Sprite. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?
  •  79 – Rambo Lambo. Sure, it cost an arm and a leg and nothing worked properly, but if this is at 79, the civilian hummer better be in single digits.
  • 60 – Saab 95. Great car. Great styling. Want.
  • 56 – Citroën 2CV. I agree with the editors: “Perfect in form and function, so really shouldn’t be here. You’re all heartless.”
  • 42 – Tatra T603. I’d drive one in a heartbeat.

Feel free (please!) to weigh in in comments.

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