First hot rod I ever remember seeing and riding in was my uncle's 66 GTO. I was 4 yrs old in Jax, FL. I spoke to my uncle on his death bed a few years back and I reminded him that his car started a life long love of classic cars for me. He said about the 66, "I wish I'd had a 65". I took it to mean instead of the 66, but I didn't clarify. Now I wish I had. Maybe just a personal preference.
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