It screams L.A. in all its decadent 80s glory! It was my "dream" car during all those silly childhood games of MASH. That was it. Period. For me, it was the ultimate Lady Car, the kind of lady that wore red lipstick, had perfectly manicured nails, didn't think twice about wearing a wrap dress with stilettos, blasted Steely Dan or Don Henley on her tapedeck, lived in a highrise off Sunset, drank gin gimlets, and had a path of Giorgio perfume following her everywhere she went.