I grew up in a motorhead family.

With tomorrow being Fathers day and all, I'll share on of Pa.
This is probably 1970 or '71.
Pa was a Ford guy. He didn't diss other US makes, but he was a Ford guy.
He bought a '68 Merc wagon, and I think he bought it brand new. If so, it was the only car I remember that he bought new. i have so many memories of that car..
Hot Rod magazine did a test on that 390 wagon.. and it smoked the hot Camaro.
My oldest sister Gayle, who was probably about 17 at the time, hit a mailbox with the passenger fender, and crinkled it in pretty good.
Pa wasn't mad.. full insurance!
So, he took it down to the Ford dealer. The replaced the fender... but it was darker than the rest of the car. Pa took it back in, and complained.. they repainted it. He comes home the next weekend (he drove truck, was gone from Monday morning to Friday afternoon).. and the fender was a lighter shade than the rest of the car. Has Jim take it back again. Next weekend, Pa comes home.. and the fender is darker than the rest of the car again.
Saturday morning, Dave and I rode with him back to the Ford dealer.. Pa pulled right into the shop, all the way past the bays with cars up on hoists. Reamed the manager a new *** in front of all the mechanics and body guys.
He got back in the car, threw it into reverse, and smoked the tires into a stall backwards. Then, he feathered the brakes, and punched it. Smoked the back tires enough to fill that whole shop with tire smoke.. and kept on smoking the tires, slowly, all the way out of that shop.
Me and Dave, in the front seat, just smiling at each other :)