I was born in 86.
Dad had a 77 Buick Electra coupe with a 350(Buick). It was a light green with white leather. It had a set of worked heads on it. I just remember it would burn rubber.
At the same time, he also had a 1951 Ford truck with a worked up 350 Buick in it. Bright red with cragers. That truck was fast. Also had a straight 8 1950 buick coupe too. I maybe rode in that once. Both the truck and old Buick were gone by the time I was 9.
Dad swapped the 77 Buick for an 84 LeSabre couple. Most comfortable seats ever, velore. 307 with a 200metric trans. Total dog. Trans blew. He swapped in a TH350. Later the posi rear broke and locked the rear wheels up, damaged the trans. He bought a brand new 98 Cavalier sedan to replace it. I still have that car, though it is about toast at this point.
Also, for a while my dad had his parents 79 Nova. Puke green coupe, black vinyl, no ac, inline 6 auto. I was taught how to drive in this car when I was 11. Only had to learn brakes, they'd been putting me on their lap to steer the car starting at age 7.
My Mom, she had a 1985 Caprice sedan with the nice interior (grey), white paint with a dark green top. 5.0L 700R4. She drove it from 1989 till 2004 when it became my brother's first car. She loved it. That car ran better than either of the two caprices I owned. My dad had the timing bumped up and the air breather was opened. The QuadraJet worked great. I remember it couldn't run on regular gas, it would ping like crazy. My mom used that power though, she hauled butt in that car. If we missed the school bus, she would run it down. We were never late for anything. When I was about 8 she ran from a State Trooper who flipped a U turn to go after her for speeding. (probably doing 60+ in a 45) As a car-crazy kid I thought this was the coolest thing ever. When I say ran, I mean ran, pedal to the floor. I was in the front seat sitting on a thick piece of foam to boost me up.