When I was 4 or 5-ish, my mom had a white one with a dark red vinyl interior. I loved it. I would sleep up in that big back window. Not very safe, I realize, but neither was riding in her lap and "steering" while we drove down the interstate, which is something else I did when I was that age.
I saw this beauty (it's a '73 Buick Riviera, btw) the other day, and just had to take a photo. The inside is just as lovely as the outside.
They just don't make 'em like they used to, do they?