my first car (16 years old) was a t type. Worked all through high school putting go-fast money into that car. "Boost addiction" is no joke, lol, It was more important to me to put my next paycheck in the gas tank and go looking for mustangs than putting food in my gut. After tearing up my second motor right after high school, I didn't have a dime to my name, basically a few changes of clothes, some tools, and my guitar. I let the car go with tears in my eyes to put a down payment on college and took the left over money and went down to the funeral home in town where I knew they had a old caddilac hearse tucked away in their garage and didn't drive anymore because it was way older than the rest of the fleet. I drove that old hearse for the next several years until I graduated college in 2000, and it never failed me once. I swore I'd never get a turbobuick, or any muscle car for that matter, ever again. But every once in a blue moon when I'd get a glimpse of a grand national on the highway, my heart would start pounding and I'd want to go chase it down and make small talk. I finally gave in last january. I now own a 84 and a 87 gn. Just the memories alone, from my "old days", that I get when I go out in the garage now and look at these 2 works of art, has made it worth going without for so long