Maverick.
Maybe it was the circle I was in, but the BYU students I hung around with were all about their Camry and Civic. "Practicality" was the mantra of the day. They weren't so much as enjoying the driving experience as looking down on others for how practical and wise they were for worshiping at the feet of the idol of Honda or Toyota.
And if you dared drive something different, then you were "compensating". (I drove a V8 Firebird Formula in those days, so I heard it all).
We sat waiting for a band to play at Pier 49 in Springville and a gal that was with us shouted "That is my DREAM CAR!"
It was a 2003 Dodge Stratus.
It's no surprise I ended up not marrying a BYU student.