Growing up, my dad had a 61 Falcon. It got passed down to one sister, then the other, then my brother, then back to my younger sister and then her husband. By the time it was sold for $50, it had had alot of punishment. No floorboards left, started with a screwdriver, shifter was a piece of oak, but it was still running. The speedo cable long died, so the miles on it were estimated at around 200,000. I never got the chance to drive that old wonderful death trap, with the orange shag carpet in the back window, no seat belts and metal dash!
That's kind of how I feel about the 150. It's an old design, but thay are reliable and easy to fix. They may not have the greatest flair, but they get you where you want to go - eventually!
After all, whether taking a trip in an old 61 white Falcon or a blue 1965 150, it's the adventure of it all!

PS No orange shag in my 150 back window!