Everything about this seems like a self-own. Tiny car with plastic door handles, shitty 13" Autozone alloy wheels with bicycle tires, rubber trim everywhere. There’s rust on the C pillar, FFS. Of everything they could have done here, they went with a tiny Soviet-built Fiat clone? No “Real American” would ever drive anything like that.
The literature (pamphlets and booklets) were as clever as their advertising back then, which was first rate. I don’t know how my folks felt about them, but, speaking for myself, the stuff they sent made me feel as if our family was in a cool but very unstuffy club.