A 1982 Chevy Citation 2 tone brown like this one. Had an old bumper sticker one the back that said "Quality Means Business". The headliner sagged, and the power steering pump groaned when you turned the wheel (it sounded like a dying cow). And of course the radio went on and off every time you hit a bump. Friends used to duck when driving into the school parking lot as they didn't want to be seen in it. And they once took it on me and drove in circles in a cul de sac to see if the g-forces would tear the doors off. All that aside, I was 16 and it represented freedom so I didn't really care. Funny thing is, if I ask my friends which car they remember most, they would say that one. It drove us midnight bowling every week. Until the engine blew up on me.
