The 1969 Dodge Dart my father bought in 1989 didn’t burn enough oil to be an issue. One time I came home while my father was out in the driveway. He wasn’t facing my direction, and that slant six ran so smooth and quiet that he didn’t even hear me pull into the driveway.
In 1996 my brother bought a new car, and was looking to get rid of that Dart. I opted to buy my grandmother’s 1984 Mercury Marquis instead. That was a huge mistake. I should have taken the Dart.