Waaay behind, Mr. Pickup Truck and muscle car Howlin.
WAAAAYYYY behind...
(I used to drive a black '61 Fury III with a quad my best friend fiddled with and turned into a monster machine. We converted it to a camper, and traveled cross-country repeatedly, sleeping in the trunk, as it were. I grew up white trash. I know you.)
You're awfully anxious to brag about personal stuff; I'm guessing you're a lonely mextrosexual; you must fit right in in Chapel Hill.