I loved the double-headlight styling of the 1970 Chevelle and El Camino.
Man, do I miss being in SoCal and having the Route 66 Car Show in San Bernardino every year in September. I'd ride up on the motorcycle and spend 10-12 hours on a Saturday seeing the largest classic American car show in the world. I'd hit the beer garden at opening at about 11, pace myself and be perfectly buzzed all day talking to owners of cars I loved and generally having a helluva time, though it would be 117F in the shade.
Back when I had more money than I knew what to do with, I almost bought a '71 4-4-2 one Saturday in San Bernardino but unfortunately listened to the little voice telling me "you're drunk, you dumb son of a bitch. Get the guy's number, call him on Monday." Did that and it was long gone on Monday.