Yes, I am very fortunate to have this car. I'm sooooo glad Dad decided to restore it rather than getting rid of it in the early 80's.
What makes this car all the more special for me is that this is "THE CAR" that lit the "fire" for me. I'm sure everyone remembers that "First Car"...
I remember the day Dad drove it home in 1974 like it was yesterday. I still get goose bumps when I think about it. I was playing in the drive way when I heard this rumble unlike any I heard before. I had to stop and look up to see what it was...this black car was rumbling up the street. I could not take my eyes off it, something about it made my heart race and the adrenalin flow. I had never seen a convertible with the top down before so that just multiplied things ten fold. I stoped what I was doing to watch this car drive by, seduced by its beauty. I couldn't believe it when it turned into our driveway and Dad was behind the wheel. This Beautiful, yet intimidating black car kept getting closer and closer...the noise got louder and louder. By the time Dad parked it , I was 2 feet away from the front fender. The hair on the back of my neck and arms was standing straight up. I had never been influenced by a car like that before, nor since. It left quite an impression on me at 6 years old.
I could go on about the fun i had with the car in High School and summers home from college, but that's another post.
Thanks for the stroll down memory lane...
AAhhhh, the good 'ol days...
