I can't help it. I'm missing my old car today, I had in the '70's, and am pretty upset right now.

It looked like those above. Only it was a convertible, Cadillac Coupe de Ville. White interior with a beautiful red dash and matching steering wheel.

My husband sold it without my permission and about 10 years later, still missing it so much, I went back to visit the owner who bought it, and he was so very kind and sweet to let me sit in it again. It was exactly in the same mint condition it was in, when I had it, and the minute I laid eyes on it, I was back in the 70s again, cruising down the road.

He said it's been sitting there all this time and he wasn't sure it would start, because it hadn't been started in a long time... that he was thinking about selling it. I wished I had not heard those words, but I did. I wish she had been more sensitive in that respect. I didn't have the money to buy it back.

It was almost like God smiled on me that day, and knew my heart needed to visit my old friend one last time, and when I sat in the seat and turned the key, it started right up for me. Almost like it knew it was me, but of course, we know better. I didn't get to drive it, though I wanted to, but at least I know it was being well cared for, and kept in the garage. As I turned to walk towards my car, my heart flooded with tears and I said, "Goodbye old friend. I'll miss ya."