When I first saw this, I assumed it was a parade car, a Polish take on a Lincoln stretch convertible for communist party big-wigs. It would have been more “communist” for four of them to ride in than just one or two. But no, that’s not what it was used for.
There were a few of these built, nicknamed “dachshunds”, used to ferry tourists around Warsaw. Presumably that must have been only on warm, sunny days, as there’s no top. But then who wanted to see Warsaw in the winter anyway?
This dates to somewhere in the mid 1970s.
Travel by executive Fiat. Deluxe!
That’s a whole Lada car there!
That’s a pretty Volga pun; let’s keep it clean here. 🙂
Can you Danube any better?
Warzaw with that?
It was created by using a WarSawzall.
Now that’s funny.
How does it not sag in the middle ?
The indomitable strength of the proletariat, Comrade!
The paint is protected by the annual application of a good wax Polish. 😁
My personal Polish translator says the fender lettering is standard tourist ads.
The drivers door has the name of the fabricator while the main lettering refers
to the tour company.
Syrena is also a statue downtown by the river and is the symbol of Warsaw.
I wonder if any survive .
You guys are killing me with the puns ~ keep ’em coming .
-Nate
If it were a sailboat would it have a kiel, basa?
Doubt the frame had a lot of Solidarity.
Every time it starts without a push or a jump, folks are Danzig in the Streets.
How do you get rid of the rodent fur in it? Take it to the Minsk-off theater. Which is a ruble’s throw from Pinsk.
I’ll be live at The Haberdashers all week. Try the borscht belt.
My Curbside Classic Pier-ogies have stolen all the puns. And you all Polk-a fun at this car of extreme elegance. Another CRAC-and-OW I will be insulted. How do I get to South Poland in this? Take the Carpathian Way of course! And because we are discussing this Polish automobile, might I add the old joke about Stanislaus going for his driver’s license in New York? The clerk at the DMV asks him to read the eye chart behind him, which has eight letters in a row, one of which is a vowel. Stasz looks at it and remarks, “Read it? I know the guy!”
“Tanks for the memories”, guys.