The only thing I'd do that drive in was my 84 Chevy Caprice, V8 with chocolate velour interior. Ah - now that was a ride! The mobile living room - factory stereo didn't even suck. A 'Delta' I think it was. When I got hit by a dooley truck in that thing, I was listening to Alice's Restaurant and we'd just gotten to the part where he was being chased down a cliff by the cop on the bike - wham! The dooley knocked into me and ran my little V8 up a phone pole. Alice's Restaurant kept playing. Ah - how apropos.