I worked for a guy whose son (technically, I also worked for) owned one of those cars (Trans Am), surely one of the marquee product placements in cinema history -- the TA was an also-ran to better known 'muscle car' brands such as Mustang and Stingray.
It was his pride and joy.
Daddy was a drunk who spent the morning in his office getting a load on and making loud, threatening phone calls to debtors, before sallying out to loudly accuse the hired help of skivving and incompetence, in my case with some justification, but still.
