One of the reasons that I love old cars so stinkin’ much is because of the colorful history behind them. Each car has a story to tell, and each year that passes makes the tale that much more interesting. For me, it’s often the cars that started life as lowly base models that end up being the most interesting, because they are often the ones that people cared least about. Who the heck wants a slow muscle car, am I right? :: raises hand ::
The handsome car in this photo is exactly what I need more of in my life. It has somehow survived the last 40+ years with merely SIX cylinders under the hood, and THREE speeds on the floor. How? I really have no idea. It’s like seeing a honey badger riding a unicorn, it just doesn’t happen. If this were my car, I would not change a single thing about it. I love it for everything it is, and everything that it isn’t. My question to you is, if somebody were to hand you the keys to this car, what would you do with it? Could you keep the straight 6 in it, or would you take the road more often traveled?