When I was sixteen my Brother's Best Friend, in a moment of pity I'm sure, let me drive his Red 69 Roadrunner 4 speed 383. He just threw me the keys and told me to go pickup a pack of cigarettes for him. It took me about a half hour to drive the four blocks and back.
Went to a drive through Dairy, (remember those?), and even though I was too young to buy tobacco, the guy couldn't keep his eyes off the car and tossed me a pack of Winston's.
Those were the days. I've owned a 55 Chevy, a 69 Chevelle, a Corvette Convertible, a Porsche 911, you name it. That Roadrunner still has a place in my heart. Someday before I die, I'll have to get me one of those suckers.
I remember every detail. The white interior, the beep-beep horn, the flat black painted hood and the Hurst T Handle shifter.
My Brother still has a 32 Ford 5 Window Deuce Coupe. He built it when he was 16 and he is 63 now. If I outlive him, it's mine. (If his Wife lets me take it home) LOL
Sorry for the long story. Those good old days still make me smile. The middle 70’s doomed the cars I loved.
The late 60’s and the early pre-emissions 70’s was the Heyday for american muscle cars. Power disc brakes added alot to their viability.
21 cent gas.
Cars can run a long time, and keep getting rebuilt. If they did gas motors like diesels, you could resleeve them.
Nothing has to die and be crushed and ground up, unless that’s the plan ( which it is)
You can computerize anything- just make it robust and decipherable and repairable.
“The middle 70’s doomed the cars I loved.”
You got that right; I’m almost 40, and the minivan my family bought in ‘03 was the first car either of us ever had that had more than 4 cylinders...A minivan was our muscle car.
How sad.