Fliver

He had seated himself in the farmer's old fliver, [and] ridden for some miles.

A natural born mechanic and tinkerer, he kept many an old fliver on the road.

"Come on old fliver. Don't let us down now," he coaxed. But the faithful machine had gone as far as it could. The fuel mix had burned #until the last minute. Now the moisture in the tank was too much for the firing system.

But with my new job I was able to buy an old fliver down at Able Andy's car lot.

[...] the twenty-one inch wheels handled the poor roads and the dependable old "fliver" had enough steel in it to build two of today's cars.