After being so inspired by all the interesting comments referring to grandparently Ford LTDs in yesterday's DOTS post, I asked Señor Hardigree if I might do the QOTD honors today "Ooooh! Ooooh! I got a good one!" I jabbered at him. "Gimme that QOTD!" So, here we go: Get on the horn to your parents or siblings or orphanage managers- whoever is in a position to tell you what sort of car got this whole mess started for you. Maybe it was the car that took newborn you home from the hospital (and you get Über Jalöpnik Bonus Points if your parents stopped by the Stop-N-Rob's parking lot to spin some celebratory donuts on the way). In my case the car was a '56 Olds, which I thought was kinda cool... until I asked some of my coworkers and found one whose first ride was in a '62 ZAZ-965 in Ossetia.