1969 Plymouth Fury III. It had been an unmarked car for a few months till the cops wrecked it, the dealership sold it (repaired) to my Mom, who was then known for a while as The Little Old Lady from Pasadena, lol. She bought a new car in 77 and passed the old one down to me. Still had all the cop extras under the hood, and suspension and all. Was that a car for a wild 20 year old? Probably not, but I sure had fun in it.
The radar clocked it at 140 mph once.