a 1972 Buick lesabre with racing heads....that thing would go! My uncle taught me to drive and one thing he did was take me to this huge gravel parking lot and make me do figure 8's. Then as soon as I got my permit he took me to the mountains and told me that I could keep that big old Buick to drive.....as long as I could make the tires sing through those mountains. I drove that car till it died. :-) Dh taught me to drive a stick in a 62 beetle with mudgrips. he also told me (wrongly) that I could not burn rubber in that car. Yeah I was a pistol back in the day. There's a 72 Cobra mustang sitting in my driveway now that belongs to my dd.....I get driving privileges when she gets it running!