When I was 17 and fresh out of HS, my friend Jack asked me if I wanted to drive to California to pick up his girlfriend's stuff and a car he had inherited from his grandpa. Well, yeah, duh! We were going inhis gf's car - a blue '74 Dodge Colt two-door hardtop. We were picking up his grandpa's car - a 1975 Dodge Colt four-door. It was a manual shift, hers was an automatic. We had a fantastic eight-day trip, getting into all sorts of adventures, it seemed! We picked up the other car at Day Six, and we loaded up both cars with all of her junk. Looked like "The Grapes of Wrath" but heading East. Great memories involving those two cars that Summer! I'd love to own one in that year-group.