Who among us of a certain age doesn't have fond memories of the Ford Country Squire? My folks had one with the fake wood paneling on the sides and the bench seat in the way back that folded down into the floor. You could fit a lot of kids into that car. Or two adults, two kids, two dogs and all the gear you needed for vacation trips.
The back seat was wide enough that the invisible line down the middle between squabbling siblings still left ample room for movement (but still failed to prevent squalls of "Moooom! He's on my side!" and the inevitable response: "Don't make me stop this car!")
You don't see Country Squires much anymore, and those you do tend to look pretty wretched, as this one does at first glance.
Then you take a second glance:
This is not your parents' Country Squire. Back then, Jerry wasn't dead, Phish didn't exist yet, and your dad had to have a job to afford the payments on his brand-new land yacht.
And I'm willing to bet it didn't have spikes.