A light-hearted look at Ladas in the Caucasus, their history and how they played a part in my teenage years
I don’t really have an obsession with cars. Alloy wheels, chrome by the tonnage and supercars such as Ferraris and Lamborghinis do very little to float my boat (*) but during our time in the Caucasus (Georgia and Armenia) I started to develop a mild fixation with the Lada and other Soviet-built cars from that era and I wasn’t sure why?
(*) Although I was once the proud owner of a Volvo P1800 Sport. Inherited from my father, it was a bright red 1967 coupe model that was not very easy to drive but it looked the business. I sold it seven years ago when Kirsty and I left the UK to travel to Kathmandu and beyond …
Then it suddenly dawned on me. In a way, the Lada was a pivotal part of my teenage years. You see, it is not strictly true to say that I was never into cars. Like all teenagers with a brand new driving licence (four attempts at getting it mind you) and an irrepressible urge to drive, drive, drive, I wanted a car of my own. A Ford Capri was the ultimate dream back then but heck, a Citroen 2CV, Ford Escort or even a Fiat Panda would have done. Anything to get me and my mates mobile. Well, almost anything … there was one set of wheels that were a massive ‘no, no’; a jalopy with such a stigma attached to it that even if I had been offered one for free, I wouldn’t have accepted it. And that was the good old Russian-manufactured Lada.
I grew up when Lada jokes were rife. The Russian heap was the pariah of the car scene in the mid-1980s and as an 18-year-old, there were only a few scenarios potentially more embarrassing than the thought of owning a Lada (*). Simply imagining the grief I would have gotten from my mates if I had picked them up in a Lada was enough to make me break out in a cold sweat. In all likelihood, I probably wouldn’t have had any mates left if I had greeted them in such a manner. As for pulling girls, well I could forget about that in an instant. I would have been better off flashing my bus pass!
(*) The ‘few scenarios’ basically boiled down to failed sexual exploits that your mates somehow got to find out about, and your mum discovering stuff she shouldn’t have when tidying up your room!
Of course, for the parents who invariably had to stump up the cash for their son’s first motor car, the price tag attached to the Lada made it an appealing proposition (they were very cheap). Luckily my parents didn’t latch on to this. My first car, kindly donated from the Bank of Mum and Dad, was a Citroen Dyane. No Ford Capri, that’s for sure, but at least it wasn’t a Lada. I had mates who were in a state of despair and having one sleepless night followed by another because their parents were considering a ‘reliable and economical’ Lada for their son’s first driving experience. I am grateful to my parents for many things, but none so much as the fact that they never inflicted a Lada on me.
For a modern take on the above, think Simon’s yellow car in the British television show, The Inbetweeners (type ‘Inbetweeners simons new car’ into YouTube). Granted it’s a Fiat and not a Lada, but the essence is the same. It’s very funny and if you are of a certain age, British and male, you will certainly identify.
Of course, all the above is slightly tongue-in-cheek and the ramblings of a once-18-year-old who was paranoid at the thought of potentially losing the little bit of street credibility he thought he had (*).
(*) In the name of fashion I wore leg warmers, a white cricket jumper tucked into my trousers with braces over the top and highlighted my hair. I probably didn’t have any street cred to begin with!
The Lada is probably a great car (to some!). It certainly seems to go forever and the whole (lack of) reliability notion which has been the brunt of so many jokes is no doubt unfounded.
In many former Eastern Bloc countries (Hungary, Czech Republic, Poland for example), Fords, Toyotas and the like are replacing the trusty Lada and you don’t see so many on the roads anymore. But in the Caucasus, the Lada is still very much alive and kicking. Outside of the big cities, the Lada is the dominant workhorse, transporting people and goods from one place to the next. We also had our fair share of rides in them. From a shared taxi crammed to the hilt with burly Georgians (and us!) between Tbilisi and the mountain region of Kazbegi to a 4WD Lada driven across country from one church to the next by the local priest in Armenia’s stunning Debed Canyon. We probably wouldn’t have seen half the places we did in the region if it wasn’t for the faithful old Lada.
I guess in a way, driving around the Caucasus in so many types of Lada was a kind of therapy for me. I was exorcising my Lada demons and it seemed to work. I no longer look over my shoulder to see who’s watching or start pacing up and down in a frantic manner at the thought of getting into a Lada anymore although I must admit, I’m glad I didn’t bump into anyone I knew and I still wouldn’t want to own one!
For your viewing pleasure, here are some of the many Ladas and other Soviet-era cars that we spotted during our time in the Caucasus.
For your amusement, here are a few of the Lada jokes I remember from my teens:
What do you call a convertible Lada with twin exhausts?
A wheelbarrow
What do you call a Lada at the top of a hill?
A miracle
What’s the difference between a Lada and a golf ball?
You can drive a golf ball 200 metres
What do you call a convertible Lada?
A skip
What do you call a Lada driver who says he has a speeding ticket?
A liar
And the list goes on …
And finally …
I’m not going to bore you with a million and one facts about this fine Russian export. Everything you need to know (should you want to know it) can be found on Wikipedia.
I really enjoyed this. Very funny. The video brought back memories for me, too. My first car was a bright yellow Ford Pinto, somewhat cool at the time (1971) but in retrospect, one of the worst cars ever built, with a tendency to catch on fire when rear ended. Maybe the American Lada. No tape deck, though that would have been cool at the time.
Thanks Doug, I am glad I am not the only one out there that felt that way in their teens. Bright yellow, that’s nasty. I think mine was a more conservative blue. If you enjoyed the sketch, you may want to watch more of the Inbetweeners? It’s very British but the humour does translate, especially if you are male! All the full episodes are available on YouTube.
I did watch a few episodes, and enjoyed them.
Hey, bright yellow was cool back in 1971. That was not too long after a British band called . . . well, this was much before your time . . . produced a record album about a bright yellow submarine.
I’m afraid it was only just before my time but thanks for considering me to be younger than I actually am!
Glad you enjoyed the Inbetweeners, there’s nothing like a bit of puerile humour to start or end the day!
I’m super late to the Lada party, but AWESOME POST!!! 🙂 They’re so much fun to spot around the world. The last time I saw one was in Nicaragua… and it was a cop car, haha!
It’s never too late to join the Lada party Katherine – the more, the merrier! Funny you mention cop Ladas, I’ve another post ready to go about Ladas in Ukraine and the cop Lada features. I think it will be going live in the next couple of weeks or so – Kirsty is in charge of scheduling!!
Not all of them are Ladas. There is Moscvich 412 (light green), ZAZ (red) and two pictures of GAZ 24 Volga.
Thank you! We knew they weren’t all Ladas, but unfortunately we are not yet expert enough to recognise all makes and models so used a bit of poetic license! But, with your information we will update the captions. Thanks again.