I used to have a rust heap that started life as a minivan. It was long in the tooth and held together by speed tape. My mate called it the Pitts. I told him to Stampe it out or he was walking home. It was not Lightning fast, but plodded along like the Albatross. It ate brake shoes like a Gannet as they needed full size 12's for any effect. I used to carry stuff for a friend and the back looked like a farmer's car. I called it my Ag-Truck.
Now I'm off to the pub to calm down.