No pictures since it's long since gone, but I had a 70 cougar xr7 that was a "family" car. Long story but everyone in the family owned it at our end time or another. My sisters husband blew it up in 78, she was bartenders in Florida at the time and one of her customers offered to "repair" it. Kind of an understatement since he owned his own racing team. This car has outrun more cops that I can count on both hands but not by me (I'm not that brave). Anyway once it was passed down to me. I was running down a hwy in eastern north Carolina running about 100 and my brother dares me to kick it. The dang thing picked up the front wheels. Scared the crap out of me. I babied it for the rest of the time I owned it, had a couple of run ins with the law but nothing major, other than a state trooper telling me he sure was glad I didn't run cause he didn't have enough car to catch it. Got on hard times and sold it, told the guy who bought it to change the oil before trying to drive it home but he didn't listen and blew it up before he made it home. I hated that.