The Red Baron. A staple of my childhood. A pretty damn good car.
1964 Mercedes owned by my best friend since childhood parents. They got it for their wedding present in late '63, in Germany. Brought it over to the States and took good care of it for decades.
I grew up riding in this car with my friend and his family. Lots of funny stories about shit that went down in this machine. Some real good times over the last 40-odd years. My buddy used it as a Limo for his wedding about 20 years ago.
About 15 years ago, it came time to upgrade for the parents. They go something new and promised The Baron to my friend. Car was stored at my place for a few years, till my buddy could get it out to his place. It was in pretty decent shape for a car that age.
Friend comes and claims his birth-rite and drives it off, into the night.
Flash forward about 5 years. Pal has all sorts of shit to deal with, including a place to park this car. Says he’ll deliver it back to my place on a trip he is planning to see his folks, all for the low, low price of what he gave his folks for it. I jumped and agreed immediately! Who wouldn’t?
Car comes back to my place a nearly rusted out hulk. Runs great, looks sharp, but Oh My God Rust! I drove it every year or so, for old time sakes, and for posing opportunities.
Gave it up today. Watched it get towed away. Even if it was fully capable of driving away under its own power. 
Not so sure about stopping, but that is another story.
I’ll miss you, you fucking rusted out piece of shit, coolest goddamn car ever.:(:D:)
It didn’t even have a radio.
