The time was spring break, 1966. The place was Daytona Beach "studying for finals" for the University of Florida. The car was the first of many of my "pride and joys," a 1963 MGB repainted a beautiful metallic blue with chrome trim. Her name was Misty, and I tucked her into a canvas cover every night. I met my wife of 47 years then. We moved to the Chicago area, where Misty died and was buried in a snowbank during the huge snowstorm of '67. She was replaced by a new Camaro.