Ever search for a past car and regret?

Not a car I owned, but one I wanted. I was 16, a buddy and me got jobs at a horse farm a week before they were going to have a big horse show. Under a tree on the property was a 69.5 a12 Superbee, orange, with a 4 speed and a black interior. I wanted it, bad. I asked if it was for sale, not only was it for sale for $400, but I could work off the price. We worked all week busting our asses, 100’s of feet of stockade fencing around the show arena, digging holes for the porta John’s, baling and putting up hay, weeding and mowing, and all manner of other tasks. When Friday came they pod us our first weeks wages….$20! The horseshoe was the next day, we met up town on Friday night, all dejected about the low wages, and we both vowed never to go back. 6 months later I went by the farm, it was abandoned and the Bee was gone. Never saw it again, but found out that the family moved to Missouri and started a commune.