We've all had to drive one -- some of us, more than one. Maybe it was our first ride, a hand-me-down clunker from our great-aunt Lorraine. Maybe it was a friend's sputtering pickup we'd borrowed for a cross-town move. It might've even been a rental -- one of those big, beige, boxy sedans that mumbles to the world, "I don't want any trouble. I'm...