I recently sold the 1977 Camaro that I used as a daily driver from 1986 to about 1996. Just a base model, with a 305/2-bbl and automatic. I prefer stick shift, but bought it when a divorce triggered an immediate need for new wheels. It's hard to describe how good that car was to me. It never failed me in any way, and except for a water pump and an alternator, never needed anything. The trans finally started slipping in high at about 125K, so I got the original one rebuilt by Jasper. It was the date-car for my now-wife and me during our courting period, and we made about a dozen trips to and from DC to Maine in it. With a 2.56 rear axle ratio, it was a great high-speed cruiser. I have/had three other Camaros (all with stick shift), and it didn't get driven much any more. As I get older, I'm driving all of them less, and came to the conclusion that I needed to thin the fleet. The 77 was the obvious choice as the first one to go. So I ran an ad in Hemmings and got several inquiries. But then I got a call from a man in northern California who simply said "I'll buy your car." He had owned a 77 at one time, sadly sold it, and now wanted another one -- and he wanted to drive it from DC to California. So I made sure the fluids were all topped off, checked the air pressure, and swapped out the mini-spare tire for a full-size rally wheel and tire. He flew in on the redeye a week ago and showed up at our house at about 10:00 AM. Cash and keys were exchanged, the title was signed, hands were shaken -- and off he went. Five days later I got an email from him letting me know he had made it home. It included the following: "The only problem I had was keeping it under 80. Seemed like everytime I looked down there she was. Thank you again for allowing me to be a part of your memories with your car and I assure you She will be well taken care of as I begin my memories with her." Happy endings are great.