My first car, in 1970 at 17, was a well-used hand me down from my Dad. It was a 1966 Ford Galaxie 500, 289, auto, huge back seat, if you know what I mean, and had AC. Gas was .25 per gallon, and smokes were .20 per pack as my Dad would send me down to the local Drug store to pick them up for him. During that time Dad was a used car salesman, and would bring home all sorts of demo cars like; SuperBee, Cuda, AMX, Corvette, Chargers, Mustang, and Camaro. I never knew what type of car he was going to drive next, and every Monday I would wait to see the next awesome car he would bring home for a week.
During my first year at college I blew up my engine, racing of course, and my Dad knew someone who had a Boss 302 that could be put in the car. That car was so wicked fast it was scary. Every time I hit the accelerator I could see the gas gauge do down. Then the Oil embargo hit and gas went from .25 to over $3 per gallon, which is tuff to deal with when you are only making $ .85 per hour so the Galaxie had to go. and I got a 73 Vega.
Went from too cool to crap that fast. That Vega was the worst car I ever owned, and I have owned plenty in the last 50 years.
Those were the days, but these days are also very interesting with all the new American Muscle being produced, and turning on a new generation of Gearheads’.
Now I drive my 2011 Camaro, and a 65 Mustang GT Fastback that is really modified to be way too much fun. Who cares about MPG as I get SPG (Smiles Per Gallon).
Long live the American muscle car.
