I have always wanted to own something that could be handed down from one of my family members. Like the '56 Nomad my grandfather had, he passed away when I was two years old so I never got to ride in it but I know he had one. Or my dad's '69 Blazer (he sold it when I was 5), orange, straight six, three speed on the floor, all stock. My other grandfather's '84 K10 stepside, 410ci small block, th350, posi, black paint blue bench seat. Finally my mom's '69 Ventura, 400 small block, th350, posi rear, green w/ black vinyl bench seat... I was going to own that car until one of her boyfriends wrapped it around a pole. I wanted to kill him for driving drunk but he's a drug addict and will likely kill himself soon enough (she dumped him after he killed the car, luckily she wasn't in it).