1973 Chevy Impala station wagon. It was the trainer for five kids. By the time it got to me, it had seen its better days. One of my older sister's friend's had christened it "Godzilla," because it was big, green, and would eat anything in its path. Had a huge v8 in it ...you could actually watch the gas gauge move down when you stepped on the accelerator. Not exactly a chick magnet.