Well, my family thinks I'm crazy, and my friends just roll their eyes, but I am now the proud owner of a '72 Jimmy. I don't like to brag, but y'all are probably the only group of people who can understand the joy. If I didn't screw anything up on my computer, I even have a picture. I feel kind of like those new dads that show you pictures of their ugly baby while you're waiting in the check-out line at K-Mart. Now all I need is a top. Then again, maybe not.