We used be a strong species. Now look at us.

My first car was a 1985 LTD that was pirpose built to scar. The seat belt, of course, but also fun little things like the controls and the metal bands in the steering wheel.

But it was also super easy to work on because the hood was the size of a small nation and you could get to anything. The big hood also gave the tires plenty of room, so it could turn on a dime. I swear you could rear-end yourself with that thing.

My grandpa's old pickup had a vinyl seat and boy howdy that thing would fry the skin off your ass after sitting in the sun for an hour. He'd let me shift sometimes though so that was cool.