Nixon saw me born; Carter saw me die.

My 2-door version was a hatch before hatches were cool.

They say my “cousin’s” name gave him a hard time down south.

I got “the Goat” for one year.

One of my very unpopular descendants and I shared a really cool option.

I’m named after a beach town.

Aaaannnd GO!

Aaannnd Razor nailed it!