In 1966, I bought the car of my dreams. 1963 Plymouth Sport Fury, 426/425hp wedge that had been a factory AA/SS ordered car. Black and Gold interior, black outer. It truly was a piece of my heart. 1967 came along with a draft notice and a trip to Vietnam. While there, my father decided to sell my car and a piece of my heart. I vowed if I ever found the twin brother to it, I would own it in my lifetime. After looking for 47 years, recently I found it. I now own back a piece of my heart, filled a void and now at peace with my father who has long since past. It's sometimes amazing what so little means so much.