Dad turned up one day in 1965 with the new car, a British racing green MGB. For our family of five, it was a step up from the too-small Midget that had preceded it. A road trip from Calgary to Vancouver in which I was sandwiched lengthwise in the jump seats with the open sky and endless mountain ranges above is one of the best memories of my childhood. 
A '71 orange version came after that on which I learned to drive, although I had permission only a handful of times to take it out on my own.  Legendary cars that still make me choke up a little on the rare occasion I spot one.