NASTY NASH
Ahhhh, there is always a special place in my heart for an AMC. My older brother's first car was a 73 Gremlin X with V-8 power, red and white, N-50-15s, and aluminum slots.
It brings back fond memories of his drunken attempts to allude the local authorities at 115 MPH down the middle of main street.
Yes, I can recall my 300 pound father answering the phone at 2 AM, and charging though the house in his underwear looking for a hammer so he could go break the windows out of the car.
It seems that my brother had gotten stuck in the high speed chase, and instead of surrendering to the authorities, he and his buddy locked the door, and proceeded to give the local fuzz the finger. Not a wise idea.
Now you know where the hammer came in handy for the old man.
I had a 74 Hornet X for my first car. 304 V-8, buckets, all the goodies. I remember scrounging up two bucks and driving it until I ran out of fuel, losing my keys everyday and wondering why brakes don't last when you hold the brake and mash the gas all the time.
Got to love them Nashes, oh, yes and the hatchback rear glass for star gazing with your sweety out in the country.
Blew it up, and towed her to the junkyard where she met her fate with the crusher years ago.