My first car was a black 1966 Chrysler New Yorker. My dad bought it new and he sold it to my oldest brother when he learned to drive. The interior was a dark green sateen, as I recall. It had a huge steering wheel (didn't all cars back then have huge steering wheels?). It had those little triangular vent windows in the front - they were the best. My dad had one accident in it when I was 12. He was approaching a train track that didn't have any crossing signals and his view down the track was blocked by a building. He saw the train at the last minute and crashed the car into a pole; wrecked the front end. But he knew a guy in the junk car business and he had a 1966 New Yorker that had a wrecked back end, so he took the front end off of that car and put in on my dad's car. It was 13 or 14 years old by the time I got it. When I had it I got rear ended by a blue Chevy Vega - hey, don't tailgate me! Nothing happened to my car - good old steel bumpers, the way God intended. The guy who hit me, his car was pretty banged up. It had glitches - you had to frequently start it by propping the carburetor open with a screw driver, starting the car, then putting the top back on the carb. It didn't have any heat by the time I got it either. lol One night coming home from a friends house around midnight the entire car just shut off . . . then came back on again. The electrical system was it's demise. Here's a video of the New Yorker. [ame]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U3Uwg1q7zV8&feature=player_embedded[/ame] I posted this because yesterday at my mom and dad's a friend of my brother's stopped by in his '68 or '69 Chevy Impala Super Sport. It's the car he had in high school and he restored it. It had some kind of device that it could jack up and down (I'm sure someone will fill in the name of this). Here's his car. I wish they made cars like this now.