This one is especially tough for me, right after Raquel. Back in 1970, the day after I drove the GTX that came back to me, I inherited a back issue of Playboy, January 1968, in which Stella Stevens posed for an encore pictorial (after posing earlier in 1960.) That image will forever be linked to the car I chased for 52 years. And though I didn't know it at the time, my wife to be would project much the same aura, and bear more than a passing resemblance. Decades later, I showed her a picture of a much older Stella Stevens, and she commented, "she's still beautiful, just not tarted up..." Sadly for those of us who lived the era, these goddesses of the 1960s are also mortal.