When I was 9 year old, my mother came home with a 1963 Cutlass convertible, exactly like the one pictured here.

From that moment on, I became obsessed with convertibles. I’m not particularly a fan of the color of her car, but oh my goodness, riding in a convertible with bucket seats and a floor shifter was such a dream! I couldn’t believe “we” had a convertible!

She used to describe it as having a “Rocket V-8”. At times we would both talk about getting a newer Cutlass. I could tell she loved this car too.