What car did you own, and would give anything to have back

[Aubrey N Bruneau]

I have owned about 125 different cars since 1976. Most of them, I had because they were the type of vehicles that I have a genuine interest in. However, of all, there are only two that I absolutely regret selling... and even knew it at the time.
In 1988, I assembled my old beater 1948 Ford 3 passenger ( businessmans ) coupe, with a pretty stout 59A flathead, Offy bell housing, using a wide ratio BW T10 4 speed, coupled to a 57 Chev rear end ( previous owner had drag raced the car at some point ).
On December 17th, 1991, I delivered and sold that car to a fellow in Leduc Alberta, while on my way to pick up my 1935 Ford 3W coupe ( needed the money to help pay for it ). Should have found another way.

The other... a 1961 Canadian Pontiac Parisienne sport coupe, factory 348, PS, PB, posi rear, which I converted to a 4 speed. Sold it to a fellow in Ontario on October 4th, 2001. It was just a driver, needing full restoration. but I had no money in it. By FAR the best investment I ever made in a car.

[KJ JONES Racing]

I had a '68 Pontiac GTO, 400/4-speed car. Hide-away lights, 4-piston-caliper disc brakes, super clean inside and out. It was my first "Muscle Car" at 17 years old, and I paid $700 for it (running/ready to register and drive/etc). The Goat was basically the car that I "learned about cars" on, as I was always making DIY repairs (when needed) or bolt-on upgrades and such, right in my parents' driveway.

The GTO was parked when I went away to college in 1981. It sat in my grandfather's garage for my entire 4 years at school. Every winter, a guy who shoveled my grandpop's driveway would pester him about asking me if I would sell the car. Finally, after I graduated, got a job and bought a brand-new car, I gave in and sold the guy--"Crazy Mike (I should've taken that as the sign it really was)"--my GTO. Now, mind you, this was a really clean ride, inside and out. Fast, no issues, etc.

A few months after I sold the car, I saw it at a local car show. After taking ownership, Crazy Mike WELDED the front end together and made a "tilt" nose, added a hideously poor flame job to the Ebonite Black paint, and carved the rear wheel wells to allow for bigger tires. Sick to my stomach is an understatement.

If I had any clue the car would've ended up in that state, I never would have sold it to Crazy Mike. Also, if I had ANY clue that an auction series called Barrett Jackson's would be a part of our lifetime, I would've kept that car tucked in grandpop's garage, and cashed in on a nice little chunk of change!

That's the one I wish I had back!