I think I realize now why classic cars mean so much to so many people. A car was a place where memories were created. On summer nights driving down a back road with good friends we stumbled upon many adventures. Strange tales and love stories reside in these times. Some of my fondest memories surround a series of beat up jeeps my good friends and I acquired and eventually drove into the ground. My only regret is that I don't have one now. What are some of your fondest memories that took place in a car? Photograph created at the Hazleton annual car cruise, 2015.