OK, we've had fun with the best muscle car, let's turn it on its head and list the frumpiest, least-hip, slowest, ugliest rides we know.
Here's my candidate:
1961 Rambler American 4-door
170 c.i. six (last flathead made)
13" steelies w/ blackwalls and tiny hubcaps
vacuum windshield wipers that stop when you step on the gas, great for entering freeways in a downpour
chic twotone Crest toothpaste green-on-creme paint, rust optional
driven by an elderly man who looks like he belongs in an ad for laxatives, with a fedora hat centered exactly on his head, exactly 18mph (23 mph on freeways)