Back about 1960 my mom drove a 56' Chevy. She liked it because she said it was the most dependable car she ever had up to that time. She also said it saved her life one night.
She was driving to choir practice one stormy winter night and she stopped at the stop sign at the end of the road we lived on. There was no street lights there back then.
She looked both ways, didn't see anybody so started to pull out and the car just died. Just then, a car with no lights on went roaring by going about twice the speed limit.
After it went by, her trusty 56' Chevy started right up and she continued on her way.
She told that story for the rest of her life.