Ahh, at first glance on the iPhone screen I just went with the paint job. The racing stripes were one of the factory SS schemes, I think. I didn't look closely enough.
Stepdad had the 67 SS convertible Indy pace car special edition in red/white and a 69 Chevelle SS hard top in metallic light blue.
Both were absolutely gorgeous machines. They were both holy-crap-this-is-awesome fast and tight. Big V8s. Automatic transmissions that didn't have sloppy mom and the kids torque management done by a computer. Way fun. Never got to drive them, sadly.
Mom had a Fiat Spider convertible. That thing was fun but a maintenance pig. Carb was always jacked up. Repainted from fire engine green to gun-metal grey metallic later in it's life, it looked wicked. It was gone before I was driving legally but mom had let me move it around and what-not. Rode in it a lot as a teen after it was sold to a family friend. Top down, fun little cruiser.
http://www.esportscarparts.com/Fiat/SpiderHistory.htm
She then got a company car. (Remember those? Like for normal folk?)
'84 Chevy Citation II with the 4.0L V6 stuffed in it sideways. Needed a lift to even try to get to the rear spark plugs.
That piece of crap ran 300,000+ miles and was still running when the third family member to own it sold it off for good.
She bought it from the company for next to nothing early-on, since they rotated the fleet quite quickly.
We then all drove it to near-death. Or so we thought. It kept running. Freaky zombie car.
I took it off-roading once as a teen just trying to kill it, with it's whopping 4" of ground clearance. It wouldn't die.

We tried.
I also ran it into a pillar in a parking garage with mom in the passenger seat during my learner's permit days. Ahh, the things our parents do to teach us how to drive. Haha!
Cars. Fun stuff.
My '68 Chevy Van with three on the tree, the straight six, and a Holley 4 barrel carb would light up the back tires for 1/2 a block. Was fun to watch the road go by through the rust holes in the floor under my left foot. The psychedelic multi-colored paint job someone had painted on it to match his speedboat made it look like it's nickname, "The hippie mobile."
Not being a hippie and driving it around with a shirt and tie on got plenty of funny looks. Leaving them half a block behind from the stop light in a 6000 lb van was fun too.
I can still hear the loud drone of third gear from Chicago all the way down to the Eastern tip of Tennessee and then back to Colorado in my ears, too. God it was loud.
And the '76 Toyota hatchback, the Geo Metro, two Ford F-150s, a Jeep Cherokee, another Jeep Cherokee, and now the Yukon.
I was kinda car/truck crazy for a long time. The Jeeps were driven the longest of all of them.
Stepdad also had a hard-top Thunderbird convertible in there somewhere, and a Corvair at one point. There was also a Hudson Terraplane rusted under a tarp awaiting restoration that never got done, and a real REO Speedwagon that never ran after it got towed home on a flat-bed, but it wouldn't have taken too much work. We were all just too busy to rebuild the engine. He also had a 70s rotary engined Mazda wagon or two. Also maintenance pigs, but those Wankel engines were fascinating to tinker with in the garage.
Toys. Fun toys.