Here I am with my 1999 pony. When it died, I thought I'd get another. But I got a truck instead.
Over the years, I've covered a number of classic car shows for the local paper. Whenever I arrived at one, I always sought out first and foremost the inevitable 1956/57 Chevy Belair - the non-plus-ultra of halcyon collectibles. There's usually at least one - either the robin's egg or the coral two-tone. They make me feel good all over again.