My best friend had a 1970 road runnier best car in the county. Rich kid but was not scared to put his foot into it. Once too a many times and wrapped it around a telephone pole in front of every one at the local swimming pool. I was the 1st one over the fence. Beautiful car turned to crap. Rebuilt,, and rattled was not the same. The 383 didn't give up. Traded it for a 1973 candle apple red Mach 1 with the black slats and spoiler on the back. I have the retro black slats on the back wind shield now. Wished I could get the shaker hood. My other good friend had a 1974 GTO and it got better. Drive em when you wanted to. Wife to be had a new 1975 GTO with a Nova to back it up. Worth a fortune now. Chevelle 396's burning up the streets with the black and white Monte Carlos cruising French's Big Boy. Oh man,,, and lukin for a fight. If a pretty girl around not a fight hard to find. Girls are as pretty, cars cost 4 times as much, and body parts are even harder. Past July went thru the same drive thrus same people from high school but in mini vans and grand kids. They flipped when the 2018 Hell Critter came rolling up. All I heard was/// I want one with an over bearing voice of Hell no from mom. No way paying that insurance payment. But, but, but Brian has one. And yes,,, Brian doesn't have a wife either. Correct and correct. Brian would rather have the car. And another behind this one. Cars have no gender.