I had a ‘81(?) Delta 88 2-door, the one with the doors a mile long. My co-workers called in the “driveby” car, because the field-of-fire was so large (we were in Detroit). I thought it funny until I saw kids flashing gang-symbols at me on my way home. And I’m white, lol.
Wife brought a ‘77 Pontiac Bonneville 2 door beater to the marriage. 455 engine, hood that went on forever, ‘wide-track’ suspension, huge interior. I had to crawl under it and replace the U-joint.
Traded it to a black guy with a gold front tooth for his help and the rest of the apt. grounds crew with their truck moving us.
He was happy to get it. I didn’t have to feed it anymore, but still miss that ride.