And the hideous steering wheel with the giant crash pad.
Each year has its adherents - I lean to the '67 just because it seems a touch more crisp in the details, it blossomed from the '66 like the girl next door.
But the '68 - Bullitt - trumps most of the arguments. In my peer group, we would comb the Tradin Times and Detroit News sunday classifieds looking for a Highland Green '68 FB, to no avail. Now you could build one pretty much from scratch, so many parts are reproduced. Not a cheap date, but still... a new '67-8 is a pretty fun idea.