“In the early Seventies, after a less-than-stellar year at college, I drove my ’67 Cougar home from Colorado to New Jersey. The Cougar was actually my parents’ car, but I used it so much they just gave it to me. Once home I realized I had to get a full-time job, and landed one at a place that rented construction equipment.
In the meantime, my girlfriend (and soon to be wife) had bought a new 1973 Javelin, brown with a white vinyl top. After a short time at the rental shop, I decided I needed/ wanted a new car, too. She had the Javelin but, being a guy, I needed something more, so I went looking for an AMX. It was August, the end of the model year, so…
