Or motorcycle. Or major mode of transportation; if that was a plane, wahooo!
Mine was an old Chevy station wagon. It was uuuuugly! Puke green, extra seat in the back, and, apparantly, a radiator from a Ford Escort, which had me filling the radiator every 40 miles or so. I would fold down the seats and throw a mattress in there, sleep overnight somewhere rather than drive home and back sometimes.
I had the name ‘SHAMELESS’ put on the back, 'cause I just didn’t care how it looked, or even that it really was a POS; it never let me down. Once, when I went down a dead end road, the road was so narrow and the car so damned BIG that when I tried to turn around, I ended up in the ditch; dang car went right through the fence. And right back up and out again, still on time for work. Station wagons CAN go offroad!
When I finally sold it, it was to a taxi company; they liked the fact that it could hold so much, and for some reason the fact that there was a heavy-ass SKID PLATE on the bottom tickled the guy’s fancy. I paid 400 for it, got 200 back out of it, and at the end was encouraged by many friends to enter it in the local racetrack’s demolition derby. I am quite sure that it would have obliterated anyone else on the field.