4 door, of course. Green body, yellow back fin section (damaged during painting in Detriot so they replaced the original green paint with yellow, making our car unique).
145 HP plus a hidden, stomp-down overdrive that drove people who raced me, crazy.
Only lost to a 57 Belair with 3 duces. Out-horsed by about 100+ HP. Black with all aluminum chrome siding.
All we needed were skirts and baby moons to be even cooler.
Now, my mother got a 1972 Chevy Nova as a gift from my father to replace an older car. I know you’ve heard of the little old lady from Pasadena. Well, my mother was the not-so-old little lady from Baltimore because we discovered that the Nova didn’t have small 6 or even small 8.
Someone had put in a racing engine, probably running 286 HP or more. It could beat a jet, and sure left a lot of other cars still sitting on their asses when the traffic lights turned green.
Feel the power! Ah, those were the days, when cars were real cars, men were men, and women liked it that way.
My mom had a Mustang like that Nova (my first car was a ‘69 Nova, but that’s a different story). Anyway the Mustang was a ‘67 fastback, hunter green with a 289 and a 4 speed stick. Mom bought it used from her baby brother. Unbeknownst to us he had put a aggressive cam and headers on it, with a pair of glasspacks. Man did that thing fly! And with My mom’s lead foot esconced firmly on the gas, fly it did-early and often! It was cool having the mom with the most badass car in the lot when she picked me up from school. Man do cars suck now. Have a good day, I’m going over to a classic car site and look over all the cars I’ll not be able to afford.
CC