I may be in the minority here with my affection for these big brutes what with many an auto pundit finding the 1970-1972 Monte Carlo's more aesthetically pleasing. Thing is, I don't recall seeing anyone in high school having one of those. These, again, were seemingly aplenty and outlier me with his squeaky Comet sedan wanted one very badly.
I'm not sure I really liked these cars back then as much as I wanted one just to fit in. Honestly, much like lava lamps, disco music and bell bottom jeans they weren't for everyone but it seemed like everyone either had one, wanted one or at least knew someone who had one. I look at them now and I don't see a beautiful, desirable car as much as I see a mental appliance of sorts for nostalgia trips. Can you learn to love or at least like something? Apparently, yes.
My time behind the wheel of one of these, like all large cars of yore, was fun but at the same time fairly terrifying. They rode and handled decently enough but never gave the driver the sense of confidence you get today in even the cheapest Kia.
All I know for certain is that there's no way the modern crossovers that kids drive today will ever be the time machine one of these is.
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