Lime green AMC Gremlin with a Sonichu license plate. Infamous in the backwoods streets of Arkansas and Mexico for its ability to run down hootin' hollerin' hogs. A Thwomp-faced middle manager at the local DMV has sworn to take it off the road and scrap it, but it just keeps chuggin on.
It'd be running on 3 flats, with one barely working wheel. Cracked, peeling paint of some type that was popular in the early 00's, a tree air freshener that smells like hollandaise, a floor covered with unanswered emails, and a driver on the verge of middle age.
A '75 Yorker with slashed and patched tires; an ax though the windshield; doors covered in dried eggs and bullet holes; dicks spray-painted on the hood; held together by duct tape, chewed up paper, super glue, spite, autism, pocket change, and prayers.
An R34 GTR in America: nice car, fiddly on maintenance, and banned so thoroughly you can't even register them for street legal use. Yes I am aware this state of affairs will end around 2030-ish.