I love these first car stories! Mine was a silver 1979 Camaro Berlinetta. It belonged to my uncle and I loved it as a little girl. Naturally, growing up in the 80's I loved those types of cars! When I graduated from high school, my grandpa gave me the car. Man, I loved that thing. It went so fast without ever feeling like it was going fast, until you looked at the speedometre.
I parked that car for about 18 months, in Edmonton, so it got cold. And when I went to start it up again, it started without the slightest hesitation. She was a beast allright, and I loved her!
When I moved over the mountains, I had to leave it behind, because it just wouldn't make the trip. I sold it to my BIL who traded it in for a Hyundai. Oh, the sadness.