Once years ago when I went to the Chicago Auto show, the cars I sat down in included at least two French "classics" that have been mentioned in the latter part of this thread. I sent down in one of those Citrusion lumps, put my feet on the pedals, and went "wut the hell?" looked down and the gas pedal was a little dangling spoon, just like in my Dad's clapped out 1946 Ford truck. Then I tried a "LeCar"; the seat in the thing was such a structureless lump that it was like setting on a decomposing mushroom.