I met my “Ole Betsy” in 1992, and it was love at first sight. Dad bought her off of his boss for $1,200, if memory serves, and she had low miles, a 3.8 liter V6 engine and was a sharp burgundy inside and out. This was the first car I had ever driven where when I stepped on the gas, she would “get up and go.” And she came into my life at perhaps the perfect time.