Personally I rolled in a beautiful M88A1 that was built the same year I was born.
Her name was Fairuza Bulk.
In the day time her cadillac soft suspension carried me around the training areas of Ft Hood, recovering and pulling pack on wayward Bradleys, M113s, M577s, LMTVs, FMTVs, HEMTTs, and the occasional Abrams. At night I drifted off to sleep, cuddled up to her big warm hydraulic fluid filled belly.
Eventually dealing with mouthbreather operators turned me bitter and I left the motorpool to pursue my career as a crunchy in special operations.