Shopping for decent metal to work with is always best done in the American Southwest. The air is dry, the salt content is low, and the metal is nice and preserved. Add in a car culture that tends to treat vehicles better than simple appliances once they reach a certain age and it is easy to see why we spend a lot of time surfing the for sale ads to see what we’d like to take home. Trucks, muscle cars, Yank tanks, motorcycles…we’re spoiled for choice whenever we look. For this round of Would You Rather, the setup that forces you to make a decision, we found two 1970s era vehicles that would individually be interesting. Both are about the same price and both are ready to roll right now with some potential for work later on down the road. Here are the options, now make your call!

1. 1972 Datsun B110 (Sunny)

Small, nimble, relatively reliable and oozing the right amount of JDM draw, early Datsuns like the 1200 series of cars made decent inroads in markets across the world. They were everything that you couldn’t find in American cars at that point: besides their size, they handled well enough and didn’t require the strength of a tugboat just to move along. And the best part of all? They didn’t look like a Volkswagen Beetle. While they used to be perceived as throwaway commuter machines, early US market Datsuns are now loved for what they are instead of just tolerated.

2. 1974 Ford LTD Country Squire

Does it get any more stereotypical than a pea-green 1970s full-size station wagon with the wood paneling? What used to be the final word in comfort and gadgetry is now retro-chic after decades of derision is now cool once more, if you can see yourself piloting a car the length of a large SUV around. It would be difficult to do better than a Ford Country Squire, though…Ford had a bead on their target buyers and did not let up with the gadgetry, from the dual-action tailgate to the plush confines of the interior, and certainly not underhood, where 460 cubic inches of lazy-ass V8 sat, ready to create enough torque to carry you to wherever you wanted to go at 55 miles an hour, as the good president Nixon deemed fit.