^Mine was blue with serious hail damage (Dad got a "deal" froma co-worker) and the 302 V-8. I was pretty proud of it just because of the engine.
True (and shameful) story: The day before he actually paid for it, he brought it home to check it out. After school, before he or my Mom came home, I pilfered the keys and drove it over to a friend's house to brag. I drove him around town a little, and then took him home. About a block from his house, some woman does a U-turn right in front of me, and I slam into her, broadside, at ~25 mph (guessing because I hit the brakes pretty hard from 35 or so). She was driving some sort of early hatchback - a Civic, I think, and that Ford Beast punched a hole in her door and pushed a front wheel under her car. She hit a split rail fence, too. I thought I was f*&cked.
She comes out of the car - unhurt, thank God - and starts pleading with me to not call the police, because she has had so many accidents that her insurance company was going to drop her. So she hands me $50 for my damage (a broken front turn signal lens - seriously, that's all that was damaged), asks me if I think that's enough, and sends me on my way without even getting my name or phone number.
So my friend grabs his car and we both high-tail it back to my place. I had the forethought to collect the broken pieces of the turn signal cover from the accident scene, and I scattered them on the ground in front of where my Dad had parked the Granada before he went to work. And then we took off to try to find a replacement at the junkyards in the area, which we couldn't - no junkyard would offer anythign less than the entire grill assembly, for a lot more than $50.
So I came back home and sweated it out. Sure enough, right after dinner, my Mom comes inside the house and says "Dammit! Come out and see what some kids did to the new car! They busted outt he signal cover with a baseball bat!"
"Really???? Oh my God!!!""
To this day, I have not confessed to my parents what really happened.