Oh, oh, how I would love to own this. But my garage, it's so small. I couldn't treat this baby to the garaging it so richly deserves.

I used to know a guy who had a '46 Plymouth much like this one. It was slow as a slug as it lumbered and wallowed down the road. But there was a huge amount of rear-seat legroom as the back seat was actually aligned over the rear wheel; when you sat back there, your head was behind the C pillar!

I thought these were the dorkiest cars ever made when they were new, but today I'd probably enjoy finding one in reasonable nick just because of the oddity factor.

Instantly, this has become my favorite DOTS ever.

@rageagainstmrclean: Especially the driver.

Maaaaaaybe if it were all original, but with the new seats and the rear wing, no way.

If it were more original, maaaaaybe.

My dad had a similar '86 Escort. It was crude, it wallowed around corners, and you could hear the gas sloshing around in the tank. Yet it's intriguing, and I'm sitting here wondering if the guy'd take $1200.

@irishman72: They gave the car a severe underbite.

@Lotte: It's the only minivan I ever owned. First and last. I'm driving a Toyota Matrix XRS now, and am much happier.

@Lotte: I owned one of these things and had an execrable experience with it. The thing was just frightening in the wet and snow. But it was as reliable as death and taxes.

I loved that car beyond all hope and reason.

Not just nice price, but schwing!

Holy cow, Sundstrand. My grandfather worked for them as an engineer toward the end of his career in the 70s.

My dad's pale yellow '66 Galaxie 500.

I'd buy one. Despite its too-high beltline. I guess that's the fashion these days.

I likes me some old cars, but I likes me some old houses, too, and I'd like to see more of the house behind the goat!

Don't you guys know that it's impossible to un-see something?

I learned how to drive (not just a stick, but drive period) on a 5-speed 1983 Renault Alliance. Dad took me to a school parking lot, in which I drove in circles until I got the hang of the clutch.

Ah yes, the car that sullied the Duster name.