In '76, my first car was a '65 Ford Fairlane with a little 260 V8, three-on-the-tree, no A/C and a vinyl bench seat in it. I bought it with the $600 bucks I earned/saved helping my neighbors with any and all odd jobs they needed help with since I was 13.
Got the hell out of my mom's and ASSHOLE stepdad's dysfunctional marriage bullshit at 17 and I fucking drove the snot out of it, just trying to stay away from home. I did my first valve job on it in a friends carport, delivered pizzas with it for 2 friggin' years. Beat the ever lovin' shit out of it.
It was totaled on Thanksgiving night, 1978. Wasn't my fault, but that's another story. My real dad came and got me.....
I miss that car, had some of the best times of my life in it, if you get my drift.....
Fucked up parents SUCK, I know I'm not the only one here.