I miss my first GP, a forrest green 98 GT. I wouldn't still be into Grand Prixs if it weren't for the people I met when I had that car. Everything was like new on that car, I got it under book with low miles, a really nice viper 2 way remote start, stereo, speakers, tint... I think I gave it a car wash everyday. Then I hit a cement barrier dead center. The fog lights were almost touching, the trans went through the floor board. If that car hadn't crumpled exactly like it were supposed to, I wouldn't be here today. I walked away with a broken collar bone and sternum from the seatbelt.
I miss my 79 Malibu Classic. It was a 4 door, with a 305, but it still would have been a hell of a project car, I only got rid of it after I found my second GP.
I miss my 89 Dodge W-150 pickup. It only had a 6 cyl, but went beat mode in the snow last year. 10 miles per gallon and $80 fill ups atleast once a week sucked.
Those are about the only 3 out of about 28 or that I've owned that I miss. I also miss some of my friends projects that I've put some time into...