After WWII, my grandfather used to drive his '64 Impala drop top from California out to his property in Kentucky and back all the time as 31 missions in a B-17 over Germany was enough flying for him. He was done....
My folks always wanted me in sunday school on sundays but my Grandpa would roll up in his Impala and take me to the Flea Market to buy hubcaps and stuff.
I have a real soft spot in my heart for that car.
My dad still has it. Unfortunately, it sits outside under a cover and my moms Miata is in the garage...
as much as I love Miata's, they are a dime a dozen. A '64 convertible is not