My ex had a 70s-something Datsun 710 coupe. I think I worked on that damn thing as much as she drove it. The emissions system was designed by monkeys on crack, and it actually ran better with improved mileage when I defeated all that crap. But, the body went to hell, so I bought her a Chrysler Cordoba. Mileage wasn't better, but it was a tank. Between her car and my 77 Grand Fury Brougham, there was enough steel in the driveway to make a fleet of Yugos.
