All joking aside, the one I drove was actually a pretty decent little car. A red GV, 4-speed, am/fm/cassette and two, count 'em, two speakers.
Momdigr bought it as a brand new unsold vehicle. It was a couple years old. A guy in Clarksville, Tennessee bought a shitload of never sold Yugos, and sold them for about $2500 a piece. Momdigr used for a 60 mile (round trip) commute for a few years, before putting it out to pasture. That's when I got hold of it.
I cleaned out a fence row with it, and didn't even dent it. I tried, literally, and I mean literally, to pull the gear shift out of the transmission in a fit of rage. I was bent over, completely inside the car, both hands gripping the gear shift, bending, snatching, yanking, cussing.
Drove it for a year after that. Finally smoked the clutch, and it was sold to a friend of Popdigr's who wanted the engine to run a mini sawmill.