I was once assigned to drive an 8.2-foot-long Smart Fortwo—about the size of a poufy sectional sofa—to a U.S. destination where the car was least likely ever to have been seen. Daimler AG nixed Nome, Alaska, saying something about no service and cloven-hoofed Smart-*mauling impediments. So I opted for the Oklahoma Panhandle, ground zero for […]
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A History of Bad Ideas, Featuring a Smart Fortwo and a Tumbleweed
