mine's interesting, if not really bad
I have a 1995 Saturn SC1. It's nicknamed the Plastic Fantastic, because, well- its body is made out of plastic. It's white and therefore attracts all the freeway grime and leaf parts that SoCal throws at me. The inside is that odd gray color that always looks filthy, and is approximately the right size for a circus midget. I am 5'9 and drive with my seat all the way back. No one sits in the back unless they sit sideways across both seats, because there is no leg room. It sits low to the ground, low enough so that you strain your hip flexors getting in and out of the thing. The bass speakers have an odd buzz to them, my CD player is an old Discman with a tape adapter, and the radio is insanely loud if you're listening to an AM station, for reasons still unbeknownst to me. The inside has a permanent smell of pine, probably from one of those "car scent in a can" things that I just haven't found yet because it's stuck in some random place. The car so light that it gets a horrid shimmy to it above 75 MPH, and while it's not underpowered, I wouldn't take it out of Southern CA, not for a second. On the back window is a sticker with that ugly FAA bird that reads: Kiss a Pilot and Enjoy the Difference, and a red rubber ducky with satan horns hangs from the rearview mirror.
I love my car. Cheers!
Ravengirl