[bsa_pro_ad_space id=14]

You cannot image quite how shocked I was this past weekend to be fingering my way through Facebook and to come upon a posting from RM Sotheby’s. 

“RM Sotheby’s is thrilled to present Handle With Fun, the most fun and whimsical auction to come to our Online Only sale platform yet,” the posting began. 

“Offered largely without reserve, this time-based auction will feature a diverse collection or rare and vintage collectibles and memorabilia spanning the spectrum of the market from toys and coin-operated equipment to vintage signs, gas station ephemera, as well as a curated selection of delightfully quirky cars.

“Kicking off the spring season, Handle with Fun is set to begin 5 May with lots closing in a staggered format beginning at 10:00 a.m. EDT on 12 May and continuing the following day, 13 May.”

So far, so good.

But then I saw the photo that followed the text. The photo to illustrate this Handle With Fun event showed a 1992 Geo Metro convertible. To me, Handle With Fun became Handle With Fear.

Of the hundreds — wait, of the thousands of vehicles — I’ve driven in my decades writing about cars, the 1990s Geo Metro was the most frightening, which is a nice way of saying it was memorable because it was horrible.  

I had an 86-mile each way commute from home to the AutoWeek office, and I prayed throughout that 192-mile roundtrip that I wouldn’t collide with a motorcycle, let alone anything else I might encounter on the road.

According to the Standard Catalog of Imported Cars, the Geo (nee Suzuki) Metro needed nearly 14 seconds to reach 60 mph and could reach the end of a quarter-mile drag strip in a shade under 20 seconds.  

Driving the Geo Metro convertible felt like driving a cardboard box, and a flimsy box at that, with a 3-cylinder, 55-horsepower engine struggling to keep up as you struggled to stay out of the way of vehicles with as few as 2 or as many as 18 wheels, all of which seems fully capable of crushing you and this “car” like a bug. 

And I don’t mean a Volkswagen Bug. Compared to the Geo Metro, a VW Beetle was a cross between an Army tank and a luxury limousine.

Have you ever tried holding your breath for 86 miles? That’s pretty much how I drove the Geo Metro from office to home and then back again the next morning. 



[bsa_pro_ad_space id=15]