Hehe . . . when I lived in Texas I mostly either drove big (to me anyway) D-series Citroens or small Fiat/Bertone X1/9s. One night 20 years ago I was getting out of an X1/9 in my cowboy boots behind the Round-Up bar in Dallas, and two guys who were leaving stopped and said "That car is too small for you!". Actually, at 6' tall I fit fine in an X1/9, but then they were headed to an F150 so I suppose it is a matter of perception!
When I was a kid my parents had a '68 Ford too. It served well for years, albeit with the usual late '60s Ford-isms, like having to hold the automatic transmission selector hard in the "park" position when starting or it wouldn't turn over. It was still around when I started driving but I found the steering and brakes kind of loose and generally tried to use one of the Citroens. My grandmother had a '64 Country Sedan wagon ordered with the TOL Thunderbird 390 and trailer towing package. Like the '68, stopping and steering could be downright spooky, but I think it would have towed an apartment building in a straight line, with the air on even. After her death it was sold to someone who refurbished it to tow an old Ford race car to the track and back. She would approve, but then she really loved big cars. Wish now that I had saved her yellow '66 Frigidaire WCI!
One wonderful memory I have is being driven through north Dallas in 1968 by my Dad's best friend in his new triple-black Continental Mark III. At the time it was so different in style from almost any other American car (with the possible exception of the '68 Grand Prix) that people would literally look at it and just stare. Since then I've always had a soft spot for a Mark III, especially in black over black with the black leather. It isn't what I would prefer to drive, but if I am going to be chauffered, oh yeah!