I was in High School and working at my uncle's gas station in North Central PA, it was the fall of 1964. We had a mechanic, who was nick-named Skinny. He actually weighed over 300 lbs, but since he was over 6'5", he wasn't fat. He was 19 and came to work that fall with a new Plymouth hemi. Man was that car something. But by Spring he volunteered for the Army and wound up in SE Asia. Needless to say, he didn't make it home. I never saw him or his car again. His name wasn't Private Malone, like that great song, but somebody has his car, and I've always wondered who.