My dad's cousin (my second cousin?) bought a 1965 Corvette roadster brand new. Nassau Blue, with the 365 HP 327, 4 speed and factory removable hardtop. He drove it for about 10 years then parked it. I grew up lusting after that car that was rotting away in his backyard. When I grew up and established myself, I had a serious talk with him about buying it. He said he's think about it. A few weeks later, I went out of town for work and when I got back, he had sold the car FOR ELEVEN HUNDRED DOLLARS!!!!!! This was in 1999. The guy he sold it to flushed the fuel system, rebuilt the carb and brakes and polished it up. He was driving it within a week. I was so pissed. I have promised myself that an identical car will be my 50th birthday present to myself (in 6 years).
Ride safe,
Alien
Before my dad died, I noticed my old skis were missing from the rack of five or six pairs of skis he had in his storage room, so I asked him where they were. A couple of years previous, he had sawn them in half and thrown them out! They were given to me by my uncle, had a classic '70s psychedelic design, and were what I used through my days of skiing glory, age 13-21 or so. They were similar, if not identical, to these, which have Look bindings that might be the same as the Look Nevada bindings I had on mine:

This photo is from a SOLD ebay listing. Darn!