My grandfather (who died a year ago next week) had several 70's era land yachts. One was a dirty brown '72(?) Chrysler, one was a '77ish Chrysler, and a couple of early '70's buicks and Oldsmobiles. If I close my eyes I can still hear the starter on his brown Chrysler, hear the hum of it going down the road (with the windows open because there was no a/c) and hear the alarm go off when he sped up past the user-controlled speed alarm on the speedometer.
We wrecked one of them when I was a kid. Totaled it.
Grandma was driving us to her house; she had picked us up for a weekend for my parents to go out of town. We were almost back to her house when an old man backed out into the highway and a pickup truck load of drunk kids swerved - in a curve - and came out of the curve still on our side. We hit head-on; grandma stretched her arm out in front of my sister and I, who were sitting in the front seat next to her (seat belts? What seat belts?) and stopped us from hitting the dash.
Other than having to comb some glass out of everyone's hair and having a scratch on my knee, we walked away unscathed. The guys riding in the bed of the pickup fared less well; after a trip through the rear window of the truck they were sort of bloody.