Classic Sedans So Big They Needed Their Own ZIP Code

Big enough to carry luggage, groceries, and an unexpected family reunion.

Room for four adults, three kids, a dog, and a full picnic basket.

Legroom so vast, you could host a knitting circle, a dog show, and still have room for a nap.

Stretching out inside felt like captaining a personal yacht.

The only sedan capable of making a fuel gauge openly weep.

Opulence so grand it could accommodate a small book club on wheels.

The kind of sedan where your legs get their own postcode.

So long, even Google Maps begged for a reasonable detour. 

Roomy enough to park four adults, a kid, groceries, and a board game tournament inside. 

More 'land yacht' than muscle car, perfect for slow parades down Main Street. 

So massive, you could host a wedding, a marching band, and still fit the dog comfortably. 

Big enough to host Thanksgiving dinner without shifting a single chair.

Legroom so vast it doubled as a tiny indoor yoga studio.

A sedan so luxurious, each seat comes with its own imaginary butler.

“Small trunk”? This car laughed at that silly little myth.

Parallel parking required nerves of steel and maybe a hint of divine intervention.

So gigantic, you could host a mini carnival inside without anyone noticing.

Luxury so extreme it could host your cousins, dog, and even a small orchestra.

With an interior so spacious, you could host a tea party, a puppy parade, and still have room for a nap.

Roomy enough to fit the whole family, groceries, and still leave space for a tiny circus.