My first car was a 1967 Ford Galaxie convertible.
It had a 289 engine in it. That was one helluva 8 cylinder powerhouse.
I had a '64 Galaxy 500 with a factory 401 and all the only factory options available at the time-- seat belts in the front seat and an AM radio. That lead sled would cruise at 100 all day without breaking a sweat. It was given to me by the original owner, a 70+ yo lady I did some carpentry work for. She kept a journal of everything ever done to the car from day one. I traded it for a Grand Wagoneer, a Datsun pick up and $1000 cash, in retrospect I got cheated.
BTW: the big kid in my avatar is my hero, my son, who proudly serves us in the Navy. "SALUTE"