In the summer of 1969 at the rebellious age of 17 I got my first car, a 1963 Corvair. Still I loved it. Unlike the trend of today of lowering cars you needed to jack up the rear end like a dragster. For a Corvair that meant my car had coil spring spreaders in the rear suspension to give it that nice raked look. On a hot summer evening while camping at the lake we ran out of firewood. Knowing where a nicely cut rick of wood existed a midnight raid was in order. The back seat folded down on my Corvair so I had both the trunk and the back seat shelf piled high with firewood. That little fawn colored jacked up car with a Muntz 4-track tape player, reverb under the dash for the radio, black painted wheels and chrome lug nuts (and 9/16” wrench with spare fan belt that Corvair owners will appreciate) was a joyous sight in the eyes of my camping buddies when I returned with enough firewood to last another few days.