I have owned several muscle cars in my time, a 1969 Pontiac LeMans that I bought from the original owner in 1984 with the owners manual and Protect-O-Plate for $1200, a 1969 GTO convertible that I took down to Key West on spring break in 1989; there were a few good stories there. I also had a 1966 Corvette convertible, but I always had an affection for the A body GM's, so I went back to them with a 1968 Olds 442 convertible in Nocturne Blue with a 4-speed.
Last summer, my wife took our girls to a family wedding in Colorado while my 5-year old son, Jack, and I stayed home. He was a little too young for a wedding, plus, the excitement of the US Open going on right doen the road and the opportunity to do "guy" stuff like go to a car show and eat out, made it worth staying home with dad.
We really weren't sure exactly where the car show was, but we were in the right area and trying to find it when I saw a sign outside a nursery saying "Phanatic, here today noon - 1PM." I looked down at my Tic-Toc Tach and saw that it was 12:30 and that he should be there. So, we made a U-turn and headed back and there he was, standing on the railraod tie wall with his thumb out. I pulled over to point him out to Jack, who is a huge Phillies fan, and sure enough, he jumped off the wall and into the car. He whispered in my ear to take a little spin. My son kept asking if he was the real Phanatic and while I was saying yes, the Phanatic kept nodding and giving him high-fives. As we pulled back up to the nursery, there was a crowd of people that thought the whole thing was staged, but it was just a coincidence that we happened to be driving by looking for the car show. The attached picture is now hanging on my wall.
We finally made it to the car show and while my son was more interested in being on the swings and eating a hot dog, we had a great day together and fun times driving in the convertible, just father and son.