My father had 3 of these babies. It was cheaper to get another trabby and scrap it for parts than to try to hunt down the car parts market for replacement parts

My father had 3 of these babies. It was cheaper to get another trabby and scrap it for parts than to try to hunt down the car parts market for replacement parts for your main trabby. The whole neighborhood would wake up when you would turn on this thing and we actually would go on vacations in it. We were reaching 100km/h and the whole thing was vibrating so bad it felt like it was gonna come apart. I remember how wholesome it was for 2 trabant drivers to wave to one another as they passed each other on the road. And there was always a sense of camaraderie and solidarity between them. We a few times stopped in the middle of nowhere next to people whose trabant car broke down. Either ran out of gas or some engine problem and my dad would fix it for them or give them enough gas to get them to the next station. Good times.