I learned on Dad’s ‘62 Bug, then Dad let me move to to his ‘66 Bonneville four door with a 389, Turbohydromatic, and a big Rochester 4 barrel Quadrajet. It was the very definition of “land yacht.” It had bench seats the size of landing strips.
Nothing quite like sticking your foot into a quadaflop and hearing the sucking sound of the secondaries open up trying to pull enough air through the grossly restricted air horn on the air filter housing matched only by the immediate sucking of the gas gauge to empty.
Great style in the old cars for sure.
Lots of nostalgia but I don’t miss being stuck in them for hundred mile road trips.