In 1993, my then 16 yo daughter wanted a car. I found her a 1973 Cadillac Calais, with 63,ooo miles on it. It was literally a one-little-old-lady-drive-to-church-on-sunday car, that her son inherited on her passing.
Daughter looked at the land yacht and deiced it was too big to drive. She then took it on the road, and to school the next day. After fitting five of her friends in it at lunchtime (all with seatbelts), they made it to McD's, only to not be able to get into a space...
She bought a roller skate after that (Ford sonething), and has always regretted ever getting rid of that 9 mpg behemoth caddie...
Hers was same color 4-dr)
