My Grandma had an old rambler forever! She finally brought it to it's demise one foggy night, when she hit two cars that had already got into an accident in the fog. Thank god no one was hurt. She was 88 then. We were releaved afterward, because we wanted her to stop driving, but she was stubborn as hell! About 6 months later, one of my numbskull cousins bought her a nova with a 350 under the hood. Half the family was ready to linch my cousin. About 3 months after that, she ran the Nova into a railroad crossing post. After that we took the keys away, and made sure the cousins who lived next to her, took her where ever she needed to go. That Rambler had the original 6 cylinder, and Grandma was a lead foot. She used to pass trucks doing 80mph, screaming " Damb truck drivers!"
She lived to 94, only wonder what happened to the old Rambler!