Ira, Ira, Ira. Tsk, Tsk. I had this love affair with the neighbor's '65 Monza. Four on the floor, wire wheels with knock offs (well, caps really, but they looked great), and four, one barrel carbs. This beautiful, maroon cream puff could have been mine for only $400. I got the money up and found that some knuckle-dragging troglodyte had slit the convertible top and stole the thing. May he spend eternity inhaling oil fumes from a well worn, flat six. Actually, not a bad car, if you took car of it, and once they sorted that wee, tripping over it's own independent rear suspension thing, was a good, if somewhat tail happy, handling car. Porsches do that, too. Racing great and inventor of the fabulous Chaparral sports racers, Jim Hall, helped Chevy out with the handling and pronounced it a decent little car. Good enough for me. And don't you dare say a word about AMC products! I have an 390 AMX, and still am pining for my long gone Gremlin. sniff