Back in the mid-seventies, one day three Superbird's were filling up at my first job in a Chevron station at the same time. Not women, but local farm workers who were picking lettuce in the fields. The Mexicans seemed to be drawn to those things before they became popular (and expensive). Oh, one owner was a Filipino with a limp (he came in weekly).
I had put the Superbird "Plymouth" logo on the quarter panels of my parents new '71 Road Runner back then. Can't tell you why, the spoilers, strobe stripes, and canopy vinyl roof should have been enough attention getting magnets. Never had a girl in the RR with me as a teen (except my sister--ugh).