“Zero practicality. Maximum soul. I'd do it all over again in a heartbeat.”
Sold to a 19-year-old who'd been saving for two years — exactly like I had. I made him promise to take care of her. He sent me a photo six months later. She looked perfect.
My first car. Saved up for two years working weekends. The day I drove it off the lot I cried — actual tears. Candy apple red, 5.0 V8, and absolutely zero practicality. Perfect.
Drove it off the lot and pulled over two blocks away. Sat there for ten minutes just listening to the engine.
Took it to a local autocross event. Came last. Didn't care. The sound alone was worth the entry fee.
Drove from New York to Los Angeles in 4 days. 2,800 miles. The best road trip of my life.
Sold to a kid who'd been saving up for two years. I made him promise to take care of her.
How much this car is still felt, even after it’s gone.
Other cars from the same era or owner
Hired for our wedding day. Pulled up to the church in a Rolls-Royce Ghost — Midnight Sapphire, white ribbon on the bonnet. I'll never forget the look on her face when she saw it waiting outside. We only had it for six hours. It felt like a lifetime.
Adventure phase. Took the doors off every summer. Drove through three national parks, one very muddy trail in Colorado, and countless beach sunsets. This Jeep has more stories than I can count.
My first motorcycle. Everyone told me not to. I bought it anyway. Matte black, Arrow exhaust, and a sound that turned heads at every traffic light. Four years of weekend rides, track days, and one very memorable trip through the Pacific Coast Highway.