Since you asked...
My grandpa bought my car in the mid '70's for my grandma (I don't remember the exact date, because I was about 7years old at the time).
He bought the car from a man named Mr. Briggs, who bought the car new from Ken Pruitt Buick in Garland, TX. Mr. Briggs moved to Washington state and took the car with him. When he moved back to Dallas, he sold the car to grandpa, who was the second owner.
My first memory of my car was sliding back and forth on the Armor-All'd back seat when my grandma turned corners. I loved that car from the first time I saw it as a kid. I think the tail lights drew me in, but it was just so beautiful it was hard to pick my favorite attribute.
My grandma knew how much I loved the car, so when it got time for her to get her next ride, she said I could mow the yard to pay for the car so I could have it when I got my driver's license at age 16. I started mowing when I was 14, and would wash the car and start it in the driveway, just to hear it idle.
I drove the car through high school and just kept falling deeper in love. On a rainy day in 1991, a lady in a Toyota ran a stop sign in front of me. I turned in to a broad-slide to try and miss her, but it didn't work. Her Toyota caught my car right above the frame (I had lowered it by then), and caved in the door and the left side quarter panel.
Her insurance company paid for a total loss, which they deemed as 500 bucks or so. I kept driving the car for a while, but I didn't have the money to fix the damage. I couldn't bear to let my car go to the junkyard! Since I couldn't roll the driver's window up, I finally bought a used Regal and parked my '65, swearing to myself that I would fix her some day.
I bought my first house in 1994, and the presence of a garage was make-or-break. I towed the car home from my grandma's back yard and did lots of things to make her better, but I never had the money to fix the damage from the crash. Then life happened, I went through a divorce, and the house went on the market.
My uncle was kind enough to offer to let me keep the car on his property about 100 miles south of Dallas. 13 years passed as I re-racked, and the car sat under a tree in a cow pasture, cooking in the Texas summers and rusting in the rain during the winters. Fortunately, I was able to coat the floor and trunk pans, top and bottom, with POR-15 while the car was in the garage. I think that, along with that old tree, might have saved her.
On December 29, 2020, I found myself in a position to bring my car to our new home. I cleaned out the wasp nests, years of dust & funk, did a few other things and trailered her to Loaded Dice Speed Shop in Frisco, TX. They replaced the crashed quarter panel and fixed LOTS of other problems. My car came home on May 26th, with no dents or rust on her rear clip, the first time I've seen her that way in about 20 years!
Sometimes I just go outside and look at my car, all taken apart and needing lots of work, and just feel happy! It's damn-near miraculous that she's here, and I am absolutely determined to finish what has become a life-long mission!