I dunno, I still have anger issues about station wagons. With three to go before prom, my dad traded his pristine Dodge Charger for a HUGE, Green, Ford Taurus station wagon. It was the ugliest car ever for me at the time.
I did warm up to it eventually after discovering that the big V-8 in it had plenty of power. Getting it stopped was another matter altogether though. I remember racing around following a buddy in a much smaller car when he got out laughing his head off saying that he thinks my brakes were on fire. They pretty near were.
