I'm not big on classic cars. A Valiant, some sort of full-sized Ford, a Rabbit, a Chevette. After those, memory fails. A few Plymouth Voyagers. Eventually, six Subarus, four of them Outbacks, mostly used. What we drive today.
Dad drove mostly big Chryslers (New Yorkers?) and traded them in every year after putting 30,000 miles on them. He was a traveling salesman. He said that after 30K, they would "nickel and dime him to death" in upkeep. He did own a Nash Healey for a little while, until he crashed it. His insurance tried to find a replacement, unsuccessfully, as they were very rare.
He bought used cars for Mom, one of which was a 1955 VW Beetle. Sister was learning to drive, 3 on the tree at school, 4 on the floor at home. No synchromesh on the Bug. We got rid of it pretty quick.
He had seatbelts installed in one car, before they were required, and tested their efficacy by strapping my brother and me in, driving slowly, and jamming on the brakes. Fortunately, they held. No shoulder belts; our heads hit our knees.
Nice guy. His philosophy? "Always look out for number one." Which he had to do since he was 12 years old. Not the best role model.
Tom