Just had an epiphany. My straight-laced, WWII vet, Shriner, former county commissioner of a father-in-law had an offbeat streak in him, after all. When I met my wife-to-be (1975), their family car was a "bought new off the end of the assembly line" Checker Marathon. I just went to go assess an old tractor he had stashed on his acreage, and it's a Belarus (made in, well, Belarus). Under-powered, heavy as guilt, tough as a cockroach, and, unfortunately, dead as a hammer.
I guess it's the equivalent of buying a Windicator revolver, or an MAS rifle.