Sure I cried. Alot. That's because I have my late brother's '66 Corvette 427 convertible that he bought new when I was only 12. And due to my brother's influence, I have owned a dozen Corvettes since I was 21. At age 67, I now cherish this perfect time capsule, show it in his memory and think of him every time I see it in my garage. Joe's name is on the license plate and I even switched the seats so he rides with me everywhere. This connection means everything to me.