Born in '68 and from an early age I was artificially nostalgic for the cars of my father's youth; his '57 Chevy, my uncle's '59 Fury and the '58 Buicks and Chevys due to the two assembled kits I had acquired from him. My recollections of 70s iron revolved around our family '73 Dart that developed rust at an alarmingly early point in it's life; I though it was inferior to my grandfather's '69 Impala in so many ways.
In any event, from the marketing standpoint and independent of my own lack of interest in the subject, I could only recommend freshly tooled Camaros, Firebirds and pick-ups. At the same time I'd snap up a Continental Mark IV, curb side or full-engine.