Highway Patrol.
You are talking about the kind of vehicle I grew up and learned all my driving skills on. A 1956 Ford, pedal to the metal and wound out and sweating oil, could make maybe 115-120 mph, and anything except straight-line under those circumstances was akin to driving on a thin skim of ice. And once the tires lost adhesion to the road, well, there were no air bags, and only a simple lap belt to keep you in place.
If you were wearing one.
Broderick Crawford
Broderick Crawford!