Good old Ghia. My first new car was a green 1968 Karmann Ghia convertible. When the Air Force transferred me from Florida to California, my wife and I drove it cross-country with our six month old son sitting in a kiddie seat we rigged to hang between the two front seats. After one winter in Chicago, it rusted out so badly we had to weld a patch on the gas tank. We left it with a Ford dealer after trading it for a (gasp!) Pinto.
Mine was fun to drive too. The transmission used to lock-up and throw everyone into the windshield without warning.