This was the ride my pop set me off in. of course I slightly wrecked it into a tree, in the back-roads.. because of the horrible suspension, heavy front end, the beer can between my legs, the hot blonde beside me.. wooo nelly... them were the days! I would constantly bury the needle on the speedometer, not knowing exactly how fast it was going.
Great back seat!
I can also remember vividly,, giving it a tune up with my Dad.. pulling out a spark plug.. seeing the carbon build up.. and him telling me.. "you don't run this car hard enough". "You have to let it breath once and a while, that's why you have all that stuff on there" (while looking at the sparkplug). Damn.. I didn't know I could make it go any faster!
. - the Speedo only went up to 120!... lol..