I was in the process of rebuilding my 1988 centurion lemans RS – which i'd had for about 6 years at this point – as a commuter when she was stolen out of my garage about 2 years ago (by my neighbor's house guest who turned out to be a fugitive!). It felt like someone sucker punched me in the gut. I remember being pretty sad for about a month or so, and I still get a bit down thinking about her. Oh look what you've gone and done! You've gotten me all weepy-eyed!