Oh, what’s a hero to do when his extremely well-worn 1957 DeSoto kicks the bucket in a pile of bright orange smoke? He heeds the urging of a road sign that couldn’t be more clued in if Wile E. Coyote himself had hammered it into the ground, then consults a very strange man in a very strange outfit for advice on what to do about his newly deceased car and the replacement for…

Ok, what were you all on in the 1960s? This sales promo for the 1966 Chevrolet Chevelle SS-396 was campier than an episode of Batman where Adam West starts dancing. We’re talking glossed-over James Bond references, dragstrip tests that not only include the Ford Fairlane GT being driven by a wound-up grandmother, but a Pontiac GTO being driven by a brick house of a man. Apparently “Dr. Yes” has a fiendish plan that involves a drag race, panic stopping challenge, a half-mile sprint, and a go-go dancer who is on another planet entirely, it seems.

We’ll take our Chevelle with the L78, the four-speed, and the go-go dancer, please.