I've told the story many times of my humiliation at the hands of a Volare wagon when I was a kid. Picture two 17-year-old kids out chasing girls and/or trolling for trouble in a '75 Trans Am 455/auto. I went past a dark gold V-wagon, stone stock (looking) right down to the dog-dish caps, with a family in it. The cargo area was loaded with grocery bags. Dude decided to give me a little what-fer with wife, 3 kids, and the week's eats in the back and proceeded to bitch-slap me like an angry pimp. The last thing I saw through the back window was the celery waving goodbye from the top of a paper sack. I tried like hell to catch him, but when I'd approach him in a turn, he'd just rocket away from me like I yelled "Boo!" when the road straightened. I saw the car a few weeks later at work: W2-headed 360 with a mild hydraulic cam, close-ratio 4-speed, and a 3.55 screw in an 8.75" axle. It was docile enough for his wife to drive to work but had a glovebox full of low-12 timeslips. That was pretty impressive back in '87.
I've been in love with sleepers ever since. I had no idea what had just kicked my ass but I did not like the fact that it was, quite literally, a grocery-getter with 5 people in it.