Growing up, every two years, Dad would go down and pre-order a brand new Chevy station wagon. I got to go once or twice. He'd always custom order it just the way he liked, but no power nothing and no A/C.
The last one was a '69 which got stuck when we took a trip to the White Mountains of Arizona in '71 or so. We all had to get out and push. A Blazer or a Suburban just blew through it. Hell they might have even helped, but that was a while ago and we were on the rez south of Hawley Lake. Right after we got back, Dad went down to the Mission Chevrolet and ordered him a 4x4 Suburban.
