Greeting the new year with another one from the vault
This 1964(?) Chevrolet Impala was literally the Mother Ship of my childhood. It was my mom's daily driver, but as the better of the two cars we owned at the time, my dad exercised eminent domain when he traveled cross country for the USDA. It had seat belts in the front (only) and power steering. Not even power steering could keep my mom from crashing it twice in the ice and snow of Northern Virginia. We had the Impala until 1971, when it was replaced by the Malibu from the previous post.