My Dad was a brilliant man, but clueless about automobiles. When Mom said she wanted a second car to run about in while he was at work (and for me to use to get to and from after-school activities), he brought home a '58 Ford Ranch Wagon. He seemed a bit unsure, however, about the significance of the insignia on the front fender, . . . . it said "Interceptor Special."   I never told him that this was a retired police vehicle with the BIG engine.

Thankfully, the price of gas in those days made keeping the thing on the road affordable.