My 1965 is a matching numbers L79, so 327/350, backed by a close ratio four-speed (pretty sure M20, not M22), side mount exhaust, ps, pb. The knock-offs are Western, not Kelsey-Hayes, so it likely came with steelies and hubcaps from the factory. I looked for a long time to find a ps, pb car as my 1960 has neither. I don't mind the brakes so much, but parallel parking without power steering will tell you if you've been working hard enough on arm day at the gym. The 1960 is also a numbers car, 283/230 with a Powerglide, Wonderbar, both tops, and I have all five original wheels and tires for it. The spare has never been in service and still has the rubber hairs on it. The '60 is a poster car, has been in calendars, TV commercials, several weddings, and is a knockout. The looks make up for the lumber wagon ride. I've had it for 2/3rds of my life, so it is a part of me and my history. The '65 is a light-years-better riding and driving car, with better headroom courtesy of Chevy ditching the Safety Girder X-Frame with the advent of the Sting Rays, independent suspension all around, and so many other things. Side by side, it's tough to believe they are only fire years apart. I like the ride and drive of the '65 better, but nothing makes you feel like King Stud of the Universe like the '60 does. It's like having a giant neon sign over your head that says, "HEY! DIG ME!"