I can't recall a car or truck, but somebody brought this horrible trike that was really low and had a fork that was raked way out. It had a 2-cylinder snowmobile engine on it, centrifugal clutch and the tow brakes were supposed to aid in steering (they were both worthless). It was like one of those contraptions you could order from the back of popular mechanics back in the 60s. One day somebody got it running and my cousin talked me into a test run. The throttle stuck wide open, and the thing almost killed me. I had to bail off and I had a knobby tire track across my back. Then we all watched it ghost ride up the long driveway, hit a pile of old telephone poles, and flip upside down in mid-air and land upside down. After that everybody started calling it the trike of death. A few years later, that same cousin convinced me that he worked out all the bugs and it was safe now and again talked me into another test run. You would think I would have learned my lesson. Thing almost killed me a 2nd time. Luckily, we can all laugh about it today. Don't know what ever became of that God awful thing.