The biggest shock of my young life was when dad brought home the new family car and it was a black Chevy Impala. Yes, it was a station wagon, but it was an Impala. It has a cool 327 logo on the front fender. My father bought a cool car, and he didn’t even know it.
I never got to drive that car. New England winter roads won the rust race. I had to learn to drive in its replacement, a Ford Country Squire wagon. A powerful car, but nowhere near as cool as the Black Chevy Impala 327 wagon.