[Eric in the Ozarks]

After my dad finally retired for the second or third time, he took a part time sales position in a small town Olds-Cadillac dealership in the mid 60s.
One day he came home and said something entirely new was due at the dealership in about a week and it would be “hot,” but wouldn't be a 442 screamer.

Dad brought home this maroon FWD monster with the biggest wheels I'd ever seen. We went for a drive and dad floored it through a corner and even though the tires screamed, it held on like it was on rails.

Premium gas was $.25/9 a gallon back then. It was a kinder, gentler time, except if you shipped out to SE Asia...