My earliest memories are of cars - riding in them, looking at them, playing with them.  The following are some of my favorites from when I was growing up:

1970 1/2 - 1973 Chevrolet Camaro Rally Sport

My sister's friend Cindy Landers  was given a '70 1/2 Camaro Rally Sport as her first car by her father.  He taught her how to drive FAST!  To this day, I think that the Rally Sport's split bumper front end with the blinkers beside the headlights car is one of the most beautiful ever designed. 

1978 Chevrolet Camaro Z28

My friend Lynne Booth  got a 1978 Z28  when we were in high school.  I worshipped that car.  To this day,  I think that the 1978 is the best looking of the late second generation Camaros.

My parents had a 1967 Mercury Park Lane.  It was Glacier Blue with a Navy Blue vinyl top, had a 410 with a 4-bbl and dual-exhaust and I thought it was the most beautiful car ever.  At age 6, I ran away from home (to the creek behind our house) when they were getting ready to go trade it in on a 1969 Country Squire (see below) because the Park Lane was too small.  My ploy was unsuccessful, but I knew I would own one of those cars someday.   Thirty five years later, I found this one in Carpenter, CA.  I still think the lines are amazing for such a big car.

Before my parents bought the Park Lane, they brought home a Cougar to see if it was a possibility for our family but determined it was much too small, so they bought the Park Lane.  A few years later, we moved to Mississippi and my mother's best friend had a 68 Cougar and I loved it, too.  So, now I own this one, too.

Although I did not want my parents to get rid of the Park Lane, I eventually fell in love with the Country Squire, as well.  The hidden headlight front end seemed sporty to me.  It was fast, too, with Ford's powerful 429.   One of these sold on EBay this week  for over $15,000!!

In Mississippi, one of my friends' father owned a '67 Firebird convertible.  It stayed in the garage most of the time while he drove their 1971 Toyota Corolla back and forth to work everyday.  Even so, whenever I was over at their house I would go in through the garage so I could touch the Firebird and run my hand along it's curves.  I still wonder whatever happened to that car after they moved.  The car pictured is a 1967. 

Another family in our neighborhood in Mississippi had a 74 Pontiac Grand Am (very little changed from the '73 model) and I thought it was so tough that I did not even miss the GTO.  I was fascinated that it had a 6.5 litre engine emblem on the trunk (I only knew about cubic inches at that point).  A friend's brother had one when we were in junior high and I would see it in the parking lot at the high school.  I once dreamed that my mother had bought his car for me, but when I woke up my Bobcat was still in the driveway.  I am still dreaming, I guess.