King, I just wish my wife would have allowed me to keep the 454 as kind of a memorial to my youth. If I had a gun I couldn't afford to feed, I could hide it in a safe, but the Suburban would be kind of obvious sitting behind the asparagus. It was some great car, once hauled nearly two tons of lead and ammunition without a trailer. I gave exact change to a toll attendant on the PA Turnpike before she realized I was overweight and owed more money. I said "thank you", stepped on the gas as she stepped out of the booth, arms flailing. Luckily, they never came after me.