I noticed my favorite local station wagon parked near my shop this morning. It is owned by Truman the finish carpenter. He has had it a very long time. You don't see a lot of wagons from this era still on the road. This is an everyday driver.
Love the lines, the rust, the whole shebang. It is a Dodge Coronet 440. I am certainly no expert but I date it somewhere from 67 to 70. The lines on the model changed after 1966.
Mom didn't tell Don she bought it (he was working on the supercomputer Oscar at the University of Texas for six months.) Cost over three grand, a goodly sum in those days.
She wrecked it putting it in our El Paso garage the first time. Smashed through the freezer if I remember correctly. Took a tow company a couple hours to pull it out. She cried for several weeks. Poor mom.