This would have been me if I could have saved up $3K from flipping burgers.
When they were new, I hated them because the front looked like a car back end. It was bad enough that the engine was in the wrong place, but the taillights in the front seemed like a dumbass mistake.
1936 Rolls Royce, having it easy in Midtown Phoenix. The old dowager got a bit overheated, on her way to lunch and was waiting for the nice folks from the auto club. The photos got rushed because the driver was a little bit testy from his foiled lunch plans.