Across the street from our house when I was a kid was a guy named Bob Teetsle, who had an orange 69 Roadrunner that he drove every day. He also had an old Impala up on blocks that never moved. We thought he was the coolest cat out there, that is until the day my Dad drove up in his new 70 beeper. Seemed like the whole neighborhood came out to see the car, and it was universally loved by anyone who ever saw it. When the air grabber went up on the hood, all of us kids gasped, we had never seen such a thing, and the teeth on the sticker was just the coolest. Bob Teetsle was a cool guy, but even he was humbled by the awesomeness of Dads car. Of course you know that we loved every second of the Roadrunner cartoons, it was like we had him all to ourselves, inside the house, and out!