A kid from my school that graduated last year had a '68 Dodge Dart. It was a pretty sweet car.
Hey, I owned a '66. Not exactly a muscle cars, but those slant 225's cranked out some serious torque, and with many cars of the day they were just aggressive (you just can't get a car these days that will creep into 2nd gear!

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Honestly I can't say I miss it as a primary ride, as I was constantly cleaning points, adjusting valves, and throttle to the single barrel. But it was my first car, and you know that feeling you get when you see one again?

My older sister bought a brand new '69 Karmann Ghia convertible. It was a shade darker than lime green. I'll never forget that car! She didn't have it long and it never lost it's new car smell. She got rid of it and bought the same year blue Chevy Malibu. At the same point in time, my older brother had a '66 Chevy Impala and a '41 Willys coupe that was a rat, but he used to race it on a popular local backroads drag strip until the sheriff had a crew come along and dump mounds of dirt on the road to end everybody's fun. It was a big deal on Sunday afternoons, and it would attract maybe 100 spectators and all kinds of greasers and gear heads who would go out to watch and race.
Sheriff Doug Harvey put an end to it...he was also instrumental in the "Michigan Murders" case concerning serial killer John Norman Collins.
I passed up too many chance to own one when the getting was cheap (out west they are more common). I recently saw one parked at a local mechanic on the way to work and for nearly a month this sweet little car became the highlight of my commute (even had to have the cars behind me lay on the horn to get me through the traffic light and stop my gawking

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On my last trip to San Diego, I talked to a fella that had fitted his '72 KG with a Porsche 993 3.6l turbo and a 6 speed 996 C2 tranny. Talk about a [censored] rocket!
Man, I remember those times like they were yesterday.
It's amazing how much memory we have associated with cars. They are today's horse to the cowboy.