My father promissed my sister and I that he would give us each a car when we grew up. I was a 10 year old with a plum crazy T/a and I had a 12 year old sister with a panther pink T/A. My father hoped that the cars would someday be worth enough money to get us through college. When it came time for college, it wasn't neccessary to sale my challenger and I was planning to keep it.
I had a girlfriend wanting to get married and a guy pestoring my dad to buy the car so I reluctantly sold it. Dad convinced me it was probably a good time to let it go and thought I should invest in stocks. Well the stocks went to hell, I dumped the girl, and was left wishing I had never let the Challenger go. I saw the owner at the mopar nationals a year or two later and asked him to sale the car back. Never heard anything from the guy.
A couple of months later, I looked out the window at work and here comes that plum crazy challenger on a trailor pulling into the lot. About the same time, my old man pulled up smiling about his new purchase.
I don't own the car anymore, but I seriously bet that it ever gets away from me or the family again. It's the only car that I really have a strong emotional attachment to and it's the first on my inheritance wish list.
