When I was in my early teens, my brother's best friend collected any and all cars that came from the factory with V8s. I don't know where he got the money from, even a bunch of dirt cheap cars ad up to a load of money.
I'll always remember all the Ramblers in his back yard, until I went into the Navy he was un-defeated on the streets any where around Philly. He had a 67 (I think) S/C Rambler, it looked like some grandmother car except for the fat red line along the sides near the bottom and a huge hood scoop that would wet down everything under the hood when it rained. He was among the older guys that raced on the streets and most worked at the Hurst factory a few towns away. I'll never forget the night the cops brought my brother to our door for fighting and racing that night. They beat some rich kids in their Hemi Cuda for pink slips and the rich kid wouldn't give up the car he just kept going and they chased him down.
That car had to be a light weight, The jack was busted one night and they used a 4X4 and a block to lift up the front while the other put a milk crate under the front frame. Sometime later he traded that car for a special edition Gremlin XR with a 401. The police were after him so much they rewrote the local ordinances with heavy fines and jail time for violators.