The Year: 1970 The Car:1965 Pontiac Catalina The Man: My Father My dad just turned 16 and had gotten a turqoise 327 HP Catalina ("Back in the days when an engine was an engine!") Any way, he was cruising with his buddies, comin off of the highway, tunes blaring. Anyway, all of the cars start pulling off the road, and they're going "What the hell?" They look back. Sirens. They pull off and the cop comes up. "You're lucky." He said "The plane caught you doing 85 (the limit was then 75.) I was driving 100, and I wasn't catching up with you." I really want a Catalina (not that I'd expect any of you to buy it, you cheap bastards.) This thing is 421 Horsepower. FOUR HUNDRED AND FUCKING TWENTY ONE HORSEPOWER! And it's only goin for 4,000 bucks (as of right now.) Oh man, I wish upon a star.