My Grandma bought one of these for my Mom when I was a boy in the 70's: (`60 Impala) I fell in love with it right away, but my Mom hated it and sold it for next to nothing. All I remember saying was "You sold it, for how much!?" I didn't know the value, or how collectible it would become, but I just knew she did something wrong somehow. Then my Mom got one of these when I was 15: (`63 Merc Comet) ^Not this nice, but.. I wanted it for my 16th birthday!!! Nope, she sold it to a friend, cheap. But when I was 17, she got one of these: (you know what this is already) She let me take my girlfriend out in it one night (I got my first car sex that night). :2thumbsup: Later, she sold it for a few dollars to someone, lol. My Mom has let some nice cars slip through her fingers over the years.
^^^Oh man that '60 impala is one of the coolest chevys ever made... When I was in highschool I got to drive my dads "midlife crisis" car. '66 Malibu with the factory high performance 327 (cop motor!) Needless to say, my drivers license was suspended due to speeding tickets by the time I was 18.( Colorado points system is harsh!) I finally wrecked it so my dad just gave it to me. ZW
My dad was a car whore, and had several I would love to have today. He had a 57 Chevrolet, a Studebaker Hawk, a 54 Cat, and one of the first thunderbirds. Me wanting them today won’t make me a car whore too would it?