You can't top this piece of bad-ass-mamma-jamma kinda car.
This is how I learned to parallel park.
In 1992.
It was a beating.
I mean, the vinyl paneling mimicking wood.
How is that not completely ballin?
Thank the Awesome Lord Above for car-intervention.
My father never made me drive this once I earned my license.
I'd have died a thousand times over.
