I went through batteries, alternators, and starters like water. Struts, springs and mufflers.
It was a good looking car and fun to drive. My father in law said more than once, “Mechanically, your car stinks.” He was right. One day my headlights blinked with the blinkers. In a way I was not that sad it was stolen.
I wanted one and looked at a ‘68 model but Dad would not sanction the buy. I bought a near new ‘72 Cheyenne Super for $2,825 instead and still have it. I’ve never driven anything but a pickup since then.
Dad was right about the car.