My mom had one. I sat in the back (or in the front if I could push my sister out of the way) while she took us to school, soccer practice, or the dentist—all of which I hated. Stale french fries and ...

We'd bet a lot of you grew up like some of us did, at a time when the phrase "import tuning" made absolutely no sense, and the sun rose and set on a world of V-8-powered American muscle. If your ...