Whenever it snows, I think of this car, my 1973 Volkswagon Super Beetle. I drove that car through many a snowstorm getting to work, and it never stranded me. It also never had heat and the windshield wipers had one speed: slow. Nevertheless, I enjoyed driving this car (and occasionally pushing it) until the day a passenger slammed the door and the floor fell out.
photo credit Joe Daily's scrapbook