I knew this car 40 years ago when I was 17, and it stuck in my memory as quite pink and very rare. Much like pussy was to me back then. Fast forward 30 years, and the War Department advises that she likes Pink, white, and black old cars. Immediately,... POOF! On goes the light, and I so happen to have seen one just like it, years back. So the search begins. It took 6 years, but it went through a few owners and wouldn’t hound know it, it had migrated from the Saskatchewan prairies back then, to Arkansas, literally 300 miles from my front door in Anna, Tx. Four years of talks ensued, and I became fast friends with the owners. Then, earlier this year, I got the call that the coast was clear and they agreed to sell it to me. Negotiations lasted 12 seconds. Haha And home she came. The look on The Commanding General’s face was truly heart melting, she got her pink, black, and white machine, and I got another car, plus all the nookie I can handle! Life is good!