My Dad was mostly a Ford guy. He bought my Mom a new Ford Convertible every three years. I remember a '57 white with red interior, a '60 baby blue Sunliner, a '63 Galaxie 500 XL in dark metallic blue, and a '66 Galaxie 500, also dark blue. My Mom said she loved the look of an XK-E but my Dad said "No British cars!" But they went shopping and he bought her a 1968 MG-B GT (also dark blue). He brought it home and decided our entire family of six should go for a ride together. My little brother and sister laid down in the back under that glass. My older brother and I (17 and 15) sat in the back "seat". Dad was driving and Mom was in the passenger seat. At the first stop light my Dad tapped out a Pall Mall, flipped in up to his mouth, and pushed in the car's lighter. The car died immediately. First drive in the car and we were all standing by the side of the road waiting for the tow truck. Our first encounter with Lucas Electrics!
Later on I flipped the little B-GT end-over-end three times leaving us upside down in a ditch. But that's another story . . .