The one that got away...
I bought my friend's '65 GTO... 389/ tri-power/ 4 speed car. I took a bank loan to buy the car... two weeks later, my wife said, "I'm pregnant."
I said, "Are you sure it's mine?" (She failed to see the humour.) My friend (Charlie) had a short list of serious buyers on file, so I reluctantly sold it to the next guy. I paid the loan out, no penalty, and built a nursery for my son. (I should have named him Del, short for DeLorean.)
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