Nostalgia is what these three vehicles are all about. Hordes of America's flaming youth drank beer, raised hell, tore around in cars not unlike the three we have here today, and waited to see if they were going to get called up for Vietnam. The truth is that the vast majority of kids never even saw a barricade or got a whiff of tear gas. Television and the weekly news magazines would have us believe that every young person in America was out on the barricades in the Sixties and early Seventies, tossing tear-gas canisters back at the cops and praying the old VW bus could make it over the border to Canada. Nobody worries about Central America or school prayer when sashaying down the highway in a car that's the rolling embodiment of everything the Beach Boys sang about in the Sixties. These cars are for taking large numbers of friends and great quantities of beer to the beach. One cannot take life too seriously when one looks at it from inside a Monte Carlo SS, a Buick Regal Grand National, or-to a lesser degree-an Olds 442. From the July 1985 issue of Car and Driver.
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