One of the other good things (and most memorable) was the sound of a nice true dual exhaust on those big V-8's. I would drive with the windows down just to hear those puppies play their tune. Sweet music to my ears.
Not like nowadays when I hear these guys in a 4 banger rice rocket with some sort of glasspack or straight pipe or whatever (?). There were times when I thought that either some very angry locusts were invading the street, or that some of these cars are actually powered by large honeybees.