My favorite car was the first one I ever owned. A 1964 Chevy Impala with a 283 engine. Yellow with black interior. It was in such good condition and I took very good care of it, until my dad borrowed the car one night and totaled it in a car wreck. Talk about the Parent being the child and the child being the parent. AAAUUUUGGHHH
Then I had another car that was my second favorite. A 1973 Charger SE - 404 Engine bored out. My brother was a mechanic and he really suped it up before I bought it. In the back roads of Springfield, he had the car up to 150 MPH. When he first did that I was in the passenger seat and was so scared, I crawled down in a ball and prayed for dear life. The city police use to have him use the car to race against the cop cars to see how fast their cop cars would go. The cops knew our family very good, lol. It was blue with a white vinyl top, with white leather interior. At least my dad didn't wreck this one, because I wouldn't let him drive it.