1964 Mercurys helped hold-down health care costs. No seat belts. All steel dash with protruding metal switches. Slippery plastic-covered bench seat. When you had an accident in one of those babies, you splattered against the dashboard with the steering column protruding from your face, and died, period.
Now government regulates everything about your car...And you too!
I’ll take the 64 comet and the early 60s thanks.