When you are a teenager in 1964, with a brand new Texas driver's license, who reads every car magazine available....there was one new car that stood out. The 1964 Pontiac GTO. My dad was a dyed-in-the-wool Mopar fanatic in the 50's and 60's. I was very fortunate to grow up in a car loving family. I was the only son, and the oldest. My first car was a 1959 Plymouth Sport Fury hand me down. It was an excellent car and I drove the living tar out of it all through high school. I inherited that car because my Mopar loving father ordered a brand new 1964 Tri-Power, 348 HP, 4 speed GTO, Saddle Bronze in and out, 2 door post coupe. When we drove to the dealership to pick it up, I could not believe this car was going to be in our garage. I had already discovered drag racing on our very own painted on the highway 1/4 mile outside of town. There was only one downside to this acquisition. When could I drive it, and when would they (parents) be out of town? That finally occurred and that poor 1964 GTO came home with the paint melting on the engine. Now this was before the days of cell phones, but the neighbors could not wait for my parents to get home Sunday night. Everyone knows everyone. Needless to say, I was grounded for life....but for one night...I had died and gone to heaven! I am pretty sure some of the readers and Hagerty clients have very similar stories, especially if you were a teenager in the 60's.