1955 Chevy. Our other car was a '56 Chevy. The kind of metal you could hit with a frying pan with nary a scratch. Big 8 cylinder engine in front with space all around and an oil bath for an air filter. No 'frills' like power brakes or steering, air conditioning, or seatbelts. Bumpers front and rear, each waying as much as a mini.

When the Volkswagen Dasher came out, its roof barely cleared my hood (bonnet). I'd get behind 'em in the fast lane and shine my brights into them until they got out of my way. I had a learner's permit!