When I went to buy my first car at the Chrysler, Dodge, Plymouth dealership in my small hometown of Seguin TX in 1974, there were two cars on the used car lot... a 1967 Dodge Polara 4dr with auto and 318 and a 1966 Dodge Charger 426 Hemi with two 4brl carbs. (stupid spell checker changed to cards)
My dad took me to the owner's office, they chatted for 15 to 20 minutes, and finally came down to the big question: How can I help you. Well, I spoke up and said I want the Charger. The owner replied "Oh, that's WAY to much car for you... you need to get the Polara." I said no sir, I'd like the Charger PLEASE. I looked over to my Dad to back me up, after all I was buying the car with my own money from washing dishes after school and cutting grass. My father replied, it's the Polara or the school bus. I said Sir, I'll take the Polara please.
Anyhoo, probably for the best... I could have gotten killed with all that power, but still...
Cheers, Ron