[redwitch]

First: 1961 baby blue Dodge Dart. Man, that car was ugly but I thought she was beautiful.

Muscle car (and my second car): 1968 Yenko Camero. I LOVED that car. Raced it on the strip and raced it on the road. Idiots would never think to look under the hood or even ask was a Yenko was -- they just assumed it was a standard Camero. And, of course, girls can't drive. My orange thunder won me a lot of money in its time. Wish I still had it.

6-7 seater: Um, does a '65 Vette count? We actually crammed 7 of us in one. Thank goodness we never saw a highway patrol officer. We would have been so hosed.

My best memories are actually in the Miata I now own. I had so much fun driving my daughter around in it when she was little. I wouldn't actually be going fast, but it felt fast because it's so low to the ground and corners like a dream. I've driven many cars down Highway One but the Miata was the most fun for it -- taking the turns beautifully, being in a convertible, blasting some great sounds. Also, there was a certain bump I could take at 65 and the car would actually get off the ground -- not much but enough to be fun. She loved that (so did I).