1990 Pontiac Phoenix with a 2.5 four cylendar and a four speed on the floor. Wrecked before I owned it and it sort-of crab-walked down the road. It was horrible, but somewhat fun. That car taught me to wear my seat belt, without a seat belt you would be on the other side of the car on a turn (slick ass seats). After that driving without a belt on felt wrong.
For those younger readers, back in only a few years seat belts were not required. Heck I can remember helping remove the seat belts from mom's 1973 Capri.
Steve