As a kid, my Dad had a 68 Buick GS400 convertible he used as a truck. He had a trailer hitch on it and used it to haul his jet boat and had a pick up box trailer to haul trash etc. I always remember sliding side ways giggling and say do it again Dad! My most memorable youngster car memories have to do with my Uncle John's 63 convertible Corvette. My Uncle stored the car at my parent's house because he was stationed in South Carolina and Georgia while he was in the Navy. He had my Dad complete repairs on it off and on as well. When he came home to visit he'd always take me for a ride and let me sit on his lap and let me drive. When he got out of the service, he had my Dad finish the small things and told him to drive it all summer. We got to take it to Boy Scout meetings, and where ever we went. I still remember staring at that double hump dash and the brushed panel on the glove box door. That car burned in my mind that I want a mid year Vette. He picked it up that fall and it has been in Texas under a cover in his garage, then to a dirt floor barn ever since. Poor car. When I was 12, my Uncle Jerry would come get me and take me with him to Rod Runs and swap meets in his 40 Ford. That really set the hook. I purchased my first project, a 39 Chevy Sedan Master 85, from him, and it's been going ever since.