When Dad took me to look for my first car, I had a clear idea of what I wanted, and so did he. Classic was the word he bandied around. Impala, Thunderbird, Belair. All vehicles that he desperately wanted me to want. Of course, in the late 80's I could only see Euro-styling and was decidedly anti-chrome. When I look back, I think he just wanted me to drive something with fins. In the end, we worked together to rebuild a 1983 Cutlass Supreme. I'm glad we did it together, it was an incredible experience that I still relate to today. Still, in hindsight, I wish I'd agreed to the fins.