Hey, I have a friend that has a '73 Pantera for sale right now. Just put over $12k into the engine. I drove it just a couple of weeks ago. If your interested let me know.
But my tastes generally run more in common with ConcernedCitizens above. If I could really have about any car I wanted, I think I would go with a '61 Crown Imperial convertible;
I was just drivin' one of them...my '72 Chevy pickup...a '67 Chevelle is on that list as is a 1967 Oldsmobile Delta Custom 2 door hardtop with 425 4bbl and bucket seats....my Dad had one and I NEED one...the Chevelle is obtainable..the Olds...VERY tough to find.
The one I have now...A little 1990 Geo Prizm... DON'T laugh, I didn't have a car for 10 years. I really learned what is was to be without. The evil bishop at that time made me give up my new 1 year old car cause he felt I wasn't paying enough tithing. Hey, HE and TSCC knew what was best for me right? He held MY eternal salvation in his hands right?? That's what he said. Aren't we supposed to do everything that the bishop ordered us to do? I did not want a fancy car, nor a car payment. I just wanted A CAR...any car. It like me was also a rescue. That's what I wanted...an older car that I could restore to a pretty decent basic transportation car. It was one of the targeted cars during the "Cash for Clunkers" rebuild the economy idea. Just seeing perfectly good cars be destroyed has really bothered me, and it still does. My aunt says "When you are blessed with nice things you need to take care of them". At that time, I suspect it had been sitting in a field somewhere, cause when I got it, it even had its own wasp nest in the outside rear view mirror. That told me it HAD indeed been sitting for a long time. How it escaped the smasher I do not know. A never mo relative took over my finances after I quit the Mormons, I worked and saved, and saved, and little by little, I put together a car "fund". I bought that little car thru Craigslist, and it like me when I brought it home was a complete mess. How was that car any different than me the day I left UT? It wasn't. Through fixing it up, one item at a time and counseling for myself at the same time, I learned a lot about me. What is destroyed on the inside CAN indeed be repaired, at least to some extent. What really counts is who we are inside, and not as we appear on the outside. I plan on keeping that Geo for as long as I can. If for nothing else, to remind me of where I was when I started my journey out of Mormonism.