That thing was the biggest, boatiest car I had ever driven. It was a beater, no doubt, but that was the one car I felt obliged at that age to purchase a cigar just to smoke while I drove it! (with the left elbow hanging out the window, of course!)
It doesn't look big in the picture, but that car was huge. I recall we could easily put four in front and four in back.
As it drove down the highway, the car would slowly go up and down, as if it were floating on air currents.
The body got so ratty looking (originally a custardy-yellow color) that my friends and I went to hardware store and picked up a whole bunch of spray-cans of gray primer and we painted it.
We wanted to get some big cleats and attach them to the car's body fore and aft on both sides, but we didn't even have enough money for cheap ones!
Lastly, we wanted to paint a navy-style "68" on the bow on either side. I think my dad would have laughed if we had...:)