Šta će ti Fića?

The title is Serbian for, "What do you need a Fića for, anyway?"

A cream-colored Zastava 750 once made an appearance in an old movie, which I happened to watch as a kid. The little car had suicide doors and an engine that sounded like it was reversing when it was actually going forward.

This unusual beast grasped my curious mind instantly. My parents then mentioned that it was a domestic car – I was hooked.

I now remember nothing about the film, but the car never left my memory. 'Googling it' at the time didn't exist – from Canada, then, there was no way to completely satisfy my curiosity. And so, I slowly began to forget the strange little car.

Progress is being made

(Which gear would this count as?)

It's getting there. The arduous task of re-wiring the Fića can't be completed in a few days, or even a few weeks. When a car's wires are thrown about in all the wrong directions, one's brain has to work overtime to sort out all the permutations.

In this case, it's taking three different wiring diagrams (two "sixes" and an "eight") to find where the wires were (incorrectly) connected to begin with, and then extensive testing on top of that to confirm that everything is where it seems to be.

Only then comes the part where you actually connect the wires properly.


Saying that your car is the first of anything is nothing short of ambitious. How can I be so sure that mine is the first in Canada?

Well, the group of owners is fairly centralized – i.e. there's very little that goes on in the world of Zastava 750's that the owners' community isn't aware of. Nevertheless, there is information to be found outside the realm of home-market enthusiasts.

Through my own research, I have found the only known stories of Fićas with a transatlantic trek under their tires.

Not so fast

(How does one untangle the consequences of half-assery?)

It's been a couple weeks since my Fića was taken to its doctor. What has happened since then?

Well, in between tending to the vast array of other cars that also require his expertise, my mechanic has 'assessed the damage,' so to speak. As expected, things don't look so good...