When I met her, she was driving a '55 Bel Air. Stock; bright chrome; 4-door; wide whites.
She, unlike the generous amount of fifties-era sheet metal, was quite petite. Cute as can be, tucked behind that ferris-wheel steering wheel.
At first I cant say if it was her, or her car, that I fell in love with. But together, the two were irresistible. 34 years now and we're still all together. My sweetie and her Bel Air.