Oh boy, you have hit a sore nerve here!! Our first car was a blue and white 1953 Buick Special. I remember the first glimpse I had of the car was on t.v., as part of the advertising during Queen Elisabeth's coronation. Before that, we were riding around in my grandparent's LaSalle--a car with very itchy wool seats!!!! I had '69 Camaro--red with black viynl top and black interior. I had it for years and years and would have continued with it, but I met my now-husband, aka Mr Car. He keeps swearing off buying cars, but he then buys another. He had a '66 Corvette, and, when he smashed it in a race with a Ferrairi ("I was a fool---he was faster in the turn, I could have beaten him in the straight-away") . He then got another Vette, a '68. We got married, and the Camaro was sold and replaced by various Cadillacs, a Van Den Plas Jaguar and an XJS Jag, and a wonderful '86 Grand National. The Grand National was wonderful--and super fast.

After that, we went to many many fancy English and German cars, and then came back to the Corvette. He did all kinds of work on the Vette ("My last car--I want to have a plaything and make it special") ---and he sold it last month to a man named Anderson who is the goalie for the Colorado Avalanche. This man's dad is on the board of directors of the Corvette Museum at Bowling Green, Ky. So, in the winter when he can't drive the car, it will be part of the rotating display of cars there. It is nice to know the car has a "good home".

I used to become emotional about our cars, and I still have a warm spot for the Buick Special and the Camaro (even though it was absolutely terrible in snowy weather). But, so many cars have come and go ---that now I look at them and say : "how long?"