My dads first brand new car was a 1965 Chevy Impala like this one. This has a 283 in it, my dads had a 396. I remember the seats were plastic covered, they dried out and cracked at the top of the rear bench seat. The seats also had these little metal diamond inserts that heated up in summer and burned your legs when you hopped in! I remember my sister accidentally slamming the door on my fingers once. Those are heavy ass doors, I was lucky I didn't lose my hand!
Going to the gas station was always a treat for me as a kid. Back then, the gas was a much higher octane and smelled wonderful! Nothing like gas of today that smells of rotten eggs and will give you an instant headache.
