I'll tell my story. My father is a carpet-layer and travels all around our area, and one day while riding home from work he spotted this strange-shaped car sitting in someone's driveway, with a 'for sale' sign on it. After some thought he recognized it as a Morris Minor (remember, we're Americans, so Minors aren't seen all the time) and brought my mum up there with him on his return; they both loved it.
At the time I was seventeen and wasn't really interested in driving: I understood the need, but I preferred not; it wasn't all that fun to me. Then mum and dad told me about this car they found, and I looked the Morris Minor up on Wikipedia, and it looked fascinating -- British (I'm an Anglophile from way back), classic, a unique shape, not a lot of bells and whistles, a car I could work on myself rather than being a prisoner of. So I went with them to see it, and sat in it, and it felt so right. That day we purchased it and drove it home.
It's been driven a total of about sixty miles by us -- for two years it's mostly been sitting.
And yes, I do call my mother 'mum'. I'm aware Americans use 'mom', and I say 'mom', but I spell it 'mum'.

So share your stories! I'll be fascinated to know!