Several contenders for the cars with, umm, the most personality. I really didn't find them humiliating, but one does notice & start to wonder when nobody will ride with you because of your car. I had a '67 Impala fastback that had been stolen from the previous owner several times. The thieves blasted the car through the garage doors, so it was banged up and looked terrible. My towering 5'0" self sitting behind the steering wheel, and extensions on all 3 pedals, plus all the exterior damage to the car, ensured that I had plenty of space around me on the highway, though. :p We also had an '83 Chevette, diesel, that had been shot at, rolled several times, and had plastic windows. No need to lock it, even in San Diego - nobody wanted to steal that cockroach car. We kept it a long time, then sold it for $200, same as we paid. I think growing up with a 1959 American Rambler* conditioned me to only caring about a car's innards, and not exterior.
*it was like
this one, only bubblegum pink.