When I was a little very little girl and things worked allright at home my father had an 1976 Impala.
Ok, I honestly don’t remember the car. But I do remember quite clearly, that it was an Impala, and it was a model around 76 or 75.
Me, my father and my mother, used to sit in the car, my father started the engine, and whe sat there listening to music, in the 8 track music player.
I remember perfectly listening to Chopin’s Polonaise
Gasoline was darn cheap, because to keep the engine runing just to listen to music, that was something.