Rear window all the way. My evidence (not my car, but same year and color):

Once you get out of Nashville, and away from the traffic and terrible drivers, yup the roads are pretty fun. Especially if you head up towards Kentucky through the mountains.

I’m in the Nashville area, so we we have quite a bit of water ways and lakes. Percy Priest Lake is quite nice and about 5 minutes from my house. I’m alright without an ocean beach.

I thought, maybe it was because the film was made before the wreck was discovered. However it turns out that the wreck was discovered 4 years before the film was made...so artistic license? Laziness? Too much pot (it was Cheech after-all that played the port master).

Should’ve just moved to Tennessee...no tax, do whatever the hell you want laws (it is still acceptable for passengers to have open containers in a vehicle, just not the driver.), decent weather, way less crazy people than Florida. Best decision of my life was packing my crap up and leaving NY for here.

Had to make sure we all saw his “Whelp I guess I’m looking for a new job” shame face.

Well, that was the last time I drove that Saturn. Totaled it that night, walked away with only a seat-belt bruise on my chest and a cut around my eye from where the airbag shoved my glasses into my face. That was at 40 mph, sideswiping a fence and hitting a tree straight on. So it did it’s job, and it was a good…

A heavy enough load could break through your back seat though. I had a subwoofer box (smallish, only 2 10" subs) break through my back seat when I put my Saturn Coupe into a tree in college. Bent my front head rests forward. Damn black ice.

This feels like an Onion article.

I love the Lane Motor Museum, I was really glad when my wife and I stumbled upon it.