Nice! Yours? Looks all original. You've hidden just enough of the logo to make it a guessing game for those of us that care to know.
Anyways, my 60s car story: Smashed my nose into the metal - yes kiddies, that's sheet metal - dash of gramps' 62ish Pontiac. Blood all over. I remember someone running off to get an ice cream cone for me. I remember blood mingling with ice cream.
I also remember Anna's story - my version: a 1968 2 door Valiant that belonged to buddies - the back seat was also reached via a folding front seatback that just flapped back and forth, no locking mechanism. Must have been a joy to have those passengers slam into you from behind in an accident. What were the automakers thinking?