I remember back in the late 70's around Ft. Lauderdale. The number of mid-late 60's olds delta 88's, 98's, buick electras and chrysler Imperials driving around that at first glance looked like no one was in the driver's seat. When you got up behind them ... sure enough two hands just visible on the wheel and a bit of blue hair about level with the hands. I was a mechanic at the time & asked a few of these old ladies when they came in for tune-ups/oil changes why they didn't sell & get something smaller & easier for them to drive & the answer was always the same ..." My poor (Herbert/Ralph/Henry/Stanley), rest his soul, told me that this was the best car to ever come out of Detroit and he made me promise I would never sell it. Our daughter/son/grandkid can do what they want when my time comes to join him, but until then I'm honoring my promise."