No buyer remorse, I just laugh thinking what my Dad would say. When I was 14, (1966) I told Mom I would have a museum some day. She agreed with me, but my Dad thought there was something wrong with me. He was a farmer, a Welder, and bought and sold many cars, tractors, farm Implements,boats, whatever, and ran our gas station. He also had absolutely no attachment to any hunk of metal. He died in 1966, and I Inherited the car thing. I just can't get rid of them. They are certainly a lot of fun. It's still 1969 in the shed. Sorry to go on,,,,,,