*sings* The machine of a dream, such a clean machine,With the pistons a pumpin', and the hubcaps all gleam.When I'm holding your wheel,All I hear is your gear,When my hand's on your grease gun,Oh it's like a disease son,I'm in love with my car, gotta feel for my automobile,Get a grip on my boy racer rollbar,Such a thrill when your radials squeal.

I'd get my 1972 Plymouth Fury III back (or one just like it since I wrapped the original around a tree). 16-1/2 feet of fast Detroit steel, with the most beautiful lines of any car I've ever owned.