I remember riding with my grandmom in her Metropolitan. Looking out over the hood and the bug-eyed lights of that little Nash was when I first fell in love with small cars. Now I own a car of about that size and gas milage myself. Life comes full circle once again.
See: http://jsbrookspresents.blogspot.com/2013/04/toyota-yaris-enduring-value.html for my modern version of the Metropolitan.