A lot of great stories! Car culture in the US is alive and well, at least for now.
For me it's a '64 Grand Prix, red with black interior. Dad left us kids at grandma's to go shopping for his first new car. He wanted a GTO, but apparently Mom prevailed and they came back with the bigger (more practical for a family of 4) Grand Prix. It had a 326, console shifted auto with buckets, and those famous finned - 8 bolt wheels. Actually the finned center portion was part of the hub, cooling the state-of-the-art drum brakes, the wheel was more of a 2 piece rim affair. My dad swore, after rotating the tires (with a 4-way), never again! It also had the big manifold vacuum gauge on the console where there should have been a tach. I was 10 at the time.
I learned to drive and parallel park in that car. Dad offered to sell it to me when I turned 16 but I couldn't afford it, bought a '66 Corvair instead. I liked that car too, but shoulda, woulda, coulda had a V8.