‘59 Rambler...you were THE chick-magnet in HS.
Of course, we had a ‘62 Bug! But Dad let me borrow the newer family cars for dates —’’66 Bonneville and ‘69 Torino.
What really irked me is that he had the chance to buy a Shelby Mustang. He kicked the tires, looked inside, then went over to the Rambler and chose that! The Rambler had pushbuttons on the dash for the transmission; sometimes the buttons got jammed or fell out and you couldn't get it into reverse or drive. Definitely embarrassing around friends.
“’59 Rambler...you were THE chick-magnet in HS.”
In high school I had a 1959 MGA fixed head in BRG. My buddy had a black Studebaker Lark (don’t remember the model year) that the seats layed down flat like like a roll-away bed. He and I switched cars depending on what the upcoming date night looked like. The MG was a chick pickup magnet, the Lark was, well a chick activity magnet. Shameful. Simply shameful.