'64 Pontiac GTO. It was the forerunner of the "muscle car" era, with a big 389 cube V8 in a lightweight chassis. Very fast.
My favorite memories of it are cruising around with friends on a summer night, listening to tunes on the radio, grabbing a burger and milkshake at the White Spot drive-in, and of course, street racing.
Probably the only car I really loved. I've had faster, nicer, more beautiful cars since, but I've never replicated the thrill of that one.
I had to sell it when I got drafted, which was much harder to deal with than saying goodbye to my girlfriend.
