My first car was a 1973 Pontiac Safari station wagon. This thing was sooo big that it had three ashtrays in the front seat - one for each person because there was no way that you could reach far enough to use the ones in the driver side and passenger side doors. It came with two interior lights and could seat thirteen people comfortably. It consumed roughly fifty cents per kilometre in gas and starting it required me to crawl underneath and bang on the starter with a crowbar while someone else held the ignition key in the start position. It cost me more to insure ($207/yr) than it did to buy ($200) and lasted me only six months. I sold it to my next door neighbor who just happened to be one of the school bullies. He blew the engine about two weeks later.

Mine had the both the power rear window and power lift-gate that was operated by two switches on the dashboard. For grad, I painted the lift gate up like a big mouth and chomped the gates up and down through $30 in gas.