My dad wound up buying and fixing up a Pinto for my mom.
She never drives it. The car is a manual and she had both knees replaced.
Parts for that thing were unreal scarce.
We saw a restored Pinto in NYS near Troy this past summer.
We happened to be behind it in traffic and even after all these years, I recognized it.
I told mr. mm *That’s a PINTO in front of us!* and he didn’t believe it until we got close enough to it to read the logo (construction delay)
The guy even had a sticker inside the window that said *A Pinto, not a Gremlin*