This was my father’s car many years ago. If I remember correctly, all 8 of us (my 7 siblings and I) learned how to drive in this boat. It was a 1968 Plymouth. They called this model the Suburban, though it was really a station wagon version of the Plymouth Fury.
I well remember the day I went outside to discover a discarded hypo resting on the car’s hood. Yes, our trusty station wagon had suddenly been transformed into the Fury With the Syringe on Top.