After years of saving, I’ve acquired something I’ve always wanted, a classic car. The car—a 1966 Buick Wildcat Sport Coupe—comes with a plethora of design cues from an era that excite (dramatic roof line) and bewilder (no shoulder belts).

Fantasies of owning such a vehicle were fueled by an atavistic nature. I longed to move as yesterday’s driver. I desired a hood that separated me from the road. Doors that opened and closed with audible reverence. And a speedometer that hugged me shoulder to shoulder. I was enamored with General Motors’ 1965–68 full-size—long and low with sweeping lines.

I purchased this car in April 2012 on eBay. My father and I drove up to Michigan one weekend to retrieve, and I’ve been happy ever since. It’s now my pleasure to share this love with others.