Anne’s car is a _______.

Anne: Did I ever tell you about the time I got hit by a Datsun truck when I was driving my two-ton van?
John: No, you never did. What was that all about?
Anne: Well, what happened was, I was just outside of San Antonio, and this little Datsun truck was going ninety miles an hour and it hit us right in the back.
John: Oh, my god.
Anne: You can guess what I felt like. I thought it was some little old animal or something, and it was...it was a drunk soldier in the Datsun truck.
John: Ninety miles an hour? Was he hurt?
Anne: No. He wanted to know where he was; he was drunk. He wasn’t even hurt. Well, I found out that he was on his way to Fort Bliss. Anyway, that is what he said.
John: Scared you, did he?
Anne: He really did. Anyway, he checked us out, and...he wanted to know if there was any damage on the van, and I said we just got some water sprayed on us from the radiator, from the squished truck that had hit us, and to make a long history short, he just let us go.
John: What a story!