I was 10 years old and out with my dad one Saturday afternoon going to the Sinclair gas station. He had a 1965 AMC Rambler back then. It was nothing special but it got us from place to place. When the gas station attendant got done filling up the old Rambler, a remarkable machine pulled up on the other side of the pump. I could not help myself. I had to get out and look at this 4 wheeled wonder. I circled the car three times marveling at what I was looking at. After Dad spoke to me multiple times to get back in the car, I finally relented. I asked him what that car was. It turned out that I was drooling over a 1957 Chevrolet Belair 2 door sedan. I told him right then and there that I would own that car before I died. Well you know how it is. Kids come along, college tuition bills, and life in general takes a different turn than the one we expected. Last August, I was on Craig's list looking at classic cars when I came upon the holy grail of classic cars. I had found an affordable 1957 Belair for sale. I immediately called the seller and went to see it. The car had a great body but was a little soft in the floors. The seller was an older man who thought that the restoration would be a bit too much for him to tackle. After putting a few thousand dollars into the car for transmission and rear end problems, I now have a road ready Belair. Something takes over me when I am behind the wheel. The nostalgia, the waves I get from complete strangers as I pass by, the stories I hear from people who stop me and tell me about when they had one or when their parents had one. They are all classic gold stories to me. I have already been offered $3000.00 more than I am into this car for and have turned it down multiple times. As long as I live, this car will never be for sale. I want my daughter to experience the pure joy I experience every time I sit behind the wheel.