Right. 600 in our high school and only three or four kids had their own cars, 18 miles upriver from NYC in the '60s.
Have to wonder at all these posters who owned new or nearly new cars of any sort, let alone rip snorters at the tender, usually impoverished ages of 16-17.
Sounds like bolshoi to me. I think some of these respondents are so auto Pavlovian they respond with their college cars. Even in college, most of us rode bikes or took the bus. We were too busy studying to screw around with cars.
HS was 66 to 70 There was 3 1967 vetts 1 69 chevell SS 396 375 HP hugger orange several mustangs. Most unique was Pontiac Catalina wagon with the 421 with a 4 barrel carb. My friends mothers car.
Naturally there is something of a 'rich idiot' story behind why there were two black Buicks parked in this driveway at one point, and it all began with...a leftover new-off-the-lot, 1986 Mercury Capri RS, 5.0, 5-speed.
My father was a 5.0 Mustang guy in the mid-1980's, as he had two different-colored 1982 GT's at different points, one new silver car in 1982, and a red '82 in 1984. I would end up with a black-on-black '82 later on, dear God, what a terrible car.
Dad saw this leftover new '86 Capri sitting on a Mercury lot, went in and drove it home.
I was with him in the car on that drive, and we engaged in a bit of stoplight drags with an evil-looking black Buick not too far from the dealership.
That Buick simply pulled away from us.
The Capri, not in his possession a full 24 hours and still with the window sticker on it, immediately went out on the front line of his largest used car dealership...and he then went to a nearby Buick dealership...and drove home in a Grand National.
The Mercury sold for...dealership sticker price, the guy wanted it (the Capri's last year was 1986) and missed out on it at the dealership, so he gladly paid what was on the sticker, didn't care, so thankfully that financial burden disappeared.
However, a couple of months later, Dad and I were out in the Grand National...and we were again dusted by a black Grand National, but this one had different wheels on it, pulled on us like we had the E-brake on, and I saw a faint glimpse of what appeared to be 'GNX' on the trunk lid.
He naturally went to the Buick dealer the next morning...and about another month later, a GNX showed up in our driveway. I don't know how he got it, but we had one, although it wasn't quite new (it had somewhere around 300 miles on it), but what I do know is that the now obsolete regular Grand National just sat in the driveway, so I began driving it back and forth to school (I was 14 at the time and large for my age), and it was simply lost in the car lot shuffle until Dad remembered that he should probably sell it...five months later.
I had a bit of fun with the car, but I also recall that it was something of a cop magnet. In addition, I hated having to ape-hang the steering wheel (the seat had to go back quite a ways for me to fit in it, but no telescoping wheel, so...), and there were already a few electrical problems popping up with it, so I gladly let it go with around 2000 miles on the odometer, and that car and the GNX were sold off to someone who wanted the pair as a package.
I never did get to drive the GNX.