I learned to drive in a '72 Country Squire (not sure why suburbia needed a horse reference), wood grain, and all (Liquid Gold polish also managed the fade). Somehow, that ill-handling sled came with a 429, posi-traction and HD everything, and brown on brown on brown. Bought used from a family friend, I recall the the gas gauge moved more reliably than the dash clock. As a semi-reliable hauler, it was still capable of out-accelerating most of the HS parking lot's worn out muscle cars. Generic then, it would probably draw a crowd at a cars & coffee, now
Love the real wagons! Even better with wood grain sides. In my youth, one of our football coaches would transport most of the team in their Plymouth wagon to games in the area. So their 9-passenger wagon became a 12-14 football player wagon. We were in 3rd or 4th grade at the time, but fully suited up, ready for the game. In a crash I'd take the wagon any day. Particularly if the two machines were in an equal state of non-rust. Those old wagons didn't need a crumple zone. They were strong enough to shrug off any new car like it was a bug. VIVA the 440!