In my late teens, I joined an exclusive car club as a Member. This was very rare in those days, when most members were men. My beautiful '71 Riviera, gold in color, with hydraulics in the back, was seen all over the Bay Area, riding low, slow and with my comadre in the passengers seat. These were fun, safe times that allowed us to meet others with similar interests: classic cars, baseball, picnics and cruising! Great memories!