Not sure I ever shared my story so here goes:
I think I was about 6 years old and GrandPa and I were riding in his Ford (he was a Ford man mostly) up a two lane road out in the country. It broke down and we walked to a phone booth to call his friend to come pick us up. We went back to the car and waited. Up pulls this gold 1970 Duster. Just a /6 car but I still remember going "WOW!" as I jumped into the back seat. I still remember the ride in that car and it has been 45 years! Of course, I have owned a couple since then and still do.
