On a Sunday morning drive on Hwy 59 north of Van Buren, Arkansas I spotted this noteworthy collection of Suzuki products. One, yeah, that’s a survivor, maybe even two would be noted and quickly forgotten. But four? That’s worth turning around and snapping a picture with my phone camera. They all appear to be runners and as cared for as four of the same cars left outside can be.
My GF was all ‘what are you doing?’ but she’s gotten used to my old car eccentricities so she thought four Metros were snapworthy as well. This little town also had a different home with four Nissan pickups in various states of being, but since someone was walking outside, discretion was the better part of valor there.
But back to the title. What is a collection of Metros called? A Suzuki of Metros? Metri?
A region (I feel like my father)…
Flanders family reunion
QOTD.
A Metrodidlyrino
A suburb of Metros? (Must admit I was thinking of the Austin when I read the title).
A ‘murder’ or ‘business’ of Metros?
A Geocache.
With no disrespect meant to this fine car, I think a “Mess o’Metro’s” is appropriate. Or a “Serving of Swifts” … somehow alliteration seems appropriate. Or in homage to the departed Geo nameplate, a “Mapping of Metro’s”.
Four Metros right next to each other? Looks like a Metropolitan Statistical Area.
(perhaps a reference only demographers would find amusing)
Beat me to it!
You call it money in the bank. My brother had a quite well to do client who swore by the Geo Metro, and whenever they’d talk the conversation would begin with the client’s latest Geo Metro adventure and end with the client laughing about the ridiculous idea of his buying any more car than a Metro. Even practical reasons for a different car (newer, bigger is safer) could not change his mind. The Metro was all he needed or wanted.
An MSA of Metros.
A Metro-plex.
You beat me to it!
A junkyard? DFO
Some woodwork away from being geofenced.
The Van Buren, Arkansas Metro Area
If you have enough, it would be a Kilometro
200 MPG
Or $2,000?
Could be a Metropolis, they were Swifts or Barinas if sold bt GM here but I doubt there is flocks of four anywhere outside of a wrecking yard.
Metro-polys
A Blander.
Maybe just a “Polis of Metros”?
Sixteen cylinders of Mighty Metro Power!
Wouldn’t that be 12 cylinders? I thought Metros were 3-potters or did they upgrade the later ones to 4?
Some had 3 cylinders, the loaded ones had four, but those got no better miles per gallon than any other 4cyl car of the era.
A neighborhood of Metros.
Or, Metrii.
A County? Greater Metropolitan area? Some things better left Unseen? I think I will go to my room now.
Wouldn’t that be 12 cylinders? I thought Metros were 3-potters or did they upgrade the later ones to 4?
That would be a conurbation. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Conurbation
A Harem
A flock of Metros.
If they all have full tanks….. I’d call it a years worth of commuting
When GM had a joint venture with Suzuki, Isuzu and Toyota, those were the best built, most reliable, best engineered cars that GM ever sold. The Geo line was amazing. Nothing Chevrolet built had the build quality and top engineering features that those Geo’s had. The Chevy Suzuki Sprint was a cutie. Those little wonders were built like a mini tank. Of course the Metro was even better executed with its handsome styling and intelligent architecture. GM had a great thing going with their Geo brand, sadly they threw it all away.
Well here in Austria these are swiftly disappearing from our curbsides, even the ones with Hungarian licence plates (they were built there long after production ceased in other countries)…
Here, it would have been an Austin-Rover forecourt, or later the service bay
Wow, one house with four Metros, another with four old Nissan pickups. It looks like all the makings for a 21st century car-based remake of the old musical film Seven Brides for Seven Brothers.
Shitboxlandia?
My mother, who was living between Sparta and Forsyth, Missouri, had a white 2-door Metro for quite a few years. We lived in Nashville, TN, and my sister and her family were in Gainesville, GA. Every summer, Mom would pack up “Bunny” with her small suitcase and drive to our place, and stay a week, then to my sister’s place for a week, then back to our place for another week, or sometimes more … then she’d drive home again. I am figuring about 1500 miles there, though I’m sure I could throw it at Google Maps and do better.
She loved that car, and it never put a foot wrong until the day she got onto a soft shoulder edging a gully, and landed in that upside down. She managed to unbuckle her belt and crawl out, with the help of two kids who happened to be walking to Sparta and recognized her car as it took its tumble. She was just fine, but her Bunny was a goner.
Her doggedly bossy husband figured she needed a bigger (and thus “safer”) car, and insisted on buying her Chevy’s version of the current Corolla. That was the end of her summer visits … and after she died, and that was the car I and the rest of the family used for our postmortem running around to lawyers etcetera, I immediately learned why she’d never driven it to Nashville: that car had NO sense of direction, especially with a full load of passengers! Handled worse than a VW with a bad alignment job.
A multiplicity of Metros
It’s clear that the five-door is the group’s favorite.
A Plex of Metros was my thought after a bit of reflection.