My dad loved Impala converibles, and from the mid 50's to 70's he would buy one and drive it for a year and then trade it in on a new model, probably why he got to be such good friends with the local Chevy dealer. Got to be where he would go to the dealer auctions with him and I got to tag along , I was like a kid in a candy store. Pretty paint and chrome does something to a guy ( Don't even get me started on the smell of burning rubber at the dragstrip ) I can smell it just thinking about it. And back in the day, the new models came out in September and it was quite a production, we literally could not wait to get a sneak peek at the new cars I can remember many times being in the back of the lot after hours just to get a glimpse of them. I guess my dad's love of cars couldn't help but rub off. Plus having 2 brothers and cousins 8 to 10 yrs older that were into drag racing might have had something to do with it. Then when I got my chance in the early 70's my buddies and I would build em and take em to the strip on Saturday night and spend all week fixing what we broke so we could do it again the next weekend. Actually you forge some pretty strong bonds pulling engines, swapping trannys and busting knuckles trying to start header bolts Aw the Good Old Days