There were a lot of station wagons in our neighbourhood when I grew up and the badest one was Mr. Allen's 1967 390 Ford Country Squire. We always had Pontiacs with small blocks. That thing in my father's hands would have added new meaning to going to the cottage, as it was he would pass 15 cars at a time on the two lane 400 extension by Moonstone, always asked me when we got there "How many Cars passed us?" Gee Dad....NONE.