Right across the street from where I grew up sat a 1966 blue G.T.O. well that vision is embedded in my mind,at the time my Dad had a 1964 Impala ss 327. boy I couldn't wait to drive. Grandpa gave his 1969 Plymouth Valiant to me,(# on the tree). but I sold it as soon as I got my junior license and bought a 1966 Chevelle ss Red convertible! boy was I ever lucky. Then I got into restoring cars through Boces and for decades I enjoyed classics whether my own or making someone elses dream come true. Today I cruise a 1968 Buick Wildcat convertible, soft yellow and white interior. Still Lucky am I.