Why I like my
Saab 900:
When driving on the thruway, being doggedly pursued by some persistent mofo of a tailgater, I engage my clutch, lift the restraint on my gearshift stick that allows the transmission to be put into reverse and, lo and behold my back-up lights come on (you know, the bright, white ones that are really scary when the come on really suddenly when you're about ten feet behind them while doing 85 on a crowded highway? yeah, that's what I'm talking about, baby.)
For some reason, after that, the aforementioned tailgaters don't want to play anymore...