Loved that car. I guess that was my first car love. But it wasn't what got me into cars. As far back as I can remember, I've loved cars; and I can remember stuff from when I was 2 or 3. Even back then, I was playing with cars, building them from tinker toys, and even trying to "fix" one with an oversized fisher price screwdriver.
Before I was born, my father had a 1967 Corvette Stingray convertible with the 427 in it. He sold it to get a more practical car when I was born. But if I didn't know it was impossible, I'd say I was concieved in that car. It's the only explanation for why I love cars so much.
I always wanted to get him another '67 ray to replace that one.. But I never had the money, and now I'll never have the chance.