'96 Mustang Cobra. You couldn't even buy it with an automatic. It doesn't ding about the seat belt, let alone any of this other bullshit.
Pretty soon I won't have to deal with valets because none will know how to drive it. WIN.
On a side note, one day I was driving along listening to a Cubs game on the radio when I realized I was hearing stereo... AM. Ford radios of that era were stereo-AM capable. Now they're getting rid of AM in cars altogether.
Oh yeah, today I had to get a new tire and the guy at the shop reminded me of the most offensive regression in cars yet: NO SPARE TIRE. This should be illegal. Nobody should accept this.