There are too many memories to have just one. Every time I drive the car, I think of something. My late wife bought the car or maybe her father did in March of 1963. We got engaged in May, married in August and left for Texas in September. I drove that car all over Texas, Wyoming and North Dakota for four years in the Air Force. After that, I drove that car back and forth to work in Phoenix, Cleveland, New York, Washington DC, and Tampa, Fl. I went to the hospitals and picked up all four of our children in that car. All four of my children got married and drove off in that car. And now I drive it to go play golf every Tuesday from April to October in Virginia. My favorite memory? All of them.