Our '64 Chevy with the 292 and 3 on the tree locked up in its later years; always ticked off when someone took the screwdriver out of the cab; thought I had died and gone to heaven when salesman tricked dad into a 74 with 350 and 4 on the floor; told dad it wouldn't go as fast as the 6 cylinder; proved him wrong. Turned out to be a rustbucket; put my first flatbed on it.