What about the 442?
I have never viewed the 442 as the most beautiful, but it ranks up there with the most beastly!
Our band director had a gold 442 convertible with the Hurst shifter, and he sent a bunch of us 17 year old boys out in it one day to pick up lunch for a bunch of the instructors.
“Don’t beat on it. Don’t lay any rubber.”
We were barely out of earshot of the field when we began laying rubber. That day was also notable because we were wearing no shirts, and my buddy in the front seat was smoking a cigarette and tossed the lit butt out the window. It came right back in between my back and the seat where I leaned back on it...
I let out a holler that if the owner of the car didn’t hear the screeching of the tires, would have definitely heard that!