I actually had a valiant that my daddy gave me after Daniel and I were married. It was a good little car-- got excellent gas mileage, but Daddy should have given it to someone who watched the oil a little bit better than I did. I blew the engine one cold winter day beside the freeway in Columbus Ohio with three little kids in the car -- had to climb the fence beside the freeway and haul the kids over it and traipse into a business maybe a hundred feet off the road. It was snowing like crazy and would have given a pretty penny to be home by the wood stove. They finally found someone to come and help me -- and it got towed home only to find that it was truly irreparable. I loved that old car, and have wished over and over again that I had only paid better attention. It really helped me to become more aware of the fact that a car needs more than gas in the tank and air in the tires to run. The thing I remember most about my Valiant was that the gears were changed by pushing buttons on the dash. It was an automatic, but you pushed a button to put it into reverse, the next one was neutral, the next was drive. I think some of those features are what made the car less of a "hit" with the general public. Wow! What memories a picture will trigger.