The car that started it all?

My Dad was a typical East Coast late 50's hot rodder; his focus was 49 and up fast iron. So I grew up around cars that where above average. By the time I was 12 I must have been ready, because it happened. Dad and Mom took my brother and I to the theatre to see a new movie- American Graffitti. Sitting in that darkened theatre, my eyes glued to the screen, the scene came up where the 58 Impala comes up to a stoplight at dusk. Oh, man! I was gone, never to return! That white late 50's silhouette with the red scallops, chrome wheels, and just the right rake...To this day, I'm no Chevy man, but there will always be a place in my driveway for a 58 Imp.:clock: