Another blast from the past.  This was the fifth vehicle I owned, a 1981 Honda Civic Wagon.  It had been my step-dads daily driver for the past fourteen years, and when I was broke he sold it to me for pennies.  We called it the Slug.  It was slow.  It had the right coloring (even spots on the top).  It left a slimy oil streak behind it.  But -- it got me around!