Mine is crusing with the T-tops off on a hot summer night with the freeway lights rolling off the black shiny TA hood with Phil singing In The Air Tonight and the duals just gurgling along.

sigh.

 

any instant i start it up and pull out on to the street just about does it for me.

the day i bought mine, i was driving it home, and went into the left turn lane... right before i got to the crosswalk, a third gen z28 cut me off. i'm thinking "wtf dude! i thought we were buddies?!" we get the green arrow, and he goes through the intersection slowly, and gets in the furthermost lane and waits for me to get next to him... (this is the only time i have done this on a public road) and we both punch it. i only did it because there is a huge dip in the street not even an 8th of a mile up and always do 10mph over it. we both let up at the same time (maybe 10mph higher than the speed limit) but i had him beat.

that is my favorite memory so far. it probably will be, since it was the first time i took her out.

the other good memories are finding mistakes made from the previous owner, and just laughing while i fix it, or swear when i have to track down silly parts.

 

My cousin was giving me my first ride in the camaro. We got the great idea to take it to the track at school. He lost control of it flying around one of the turns and we piled it up into the long-jump sand pit. We had to go get a tractor to pull it out.

 

Not car history or car restoration related.