In 1977 I was looking for a car to drive back and forth to work. I happened to stop at my local Pontiac dealer (who now sells Fords) to check out his used car selection. Near the back row I spotted a 1973 Vega station wagon that looked promising. It was 4 years old with power steering(or power brakes, I can't remember which, but not both) AM/FM radio with cassette player, air conditioning, and automatic transmission. It had 46,000 miles on the clock. After fierce negotiations with the salesman I bought the car for $175. Did I mention that it also had rust holes big enough to stick your head through and smoked so bad that the rear view mirror was useless? I drove it for a year adding gallons of 50 weight oil and many cans of STP. I did like the way the car handled though and it was comfortable for me to drive. I'm over 6'2" tall. That car is my best memory of the 70s.