My first Camaro Webby. A 1967 in 1975, before I got my license. It cost $250.
By now Dad's 66 Olds was fading and getting some rust.
I rebuilt the 327, the powerglide, the brakes, shocks, etc... AND painted it black, all before I was 16 and one month and one day. (Yes, I was looking forward to a drivers license)
The first night out in it solo, a 68 Chevelle challenged me at a stop light just north of Manual HS on the near south side of Indy. I revved it up in neutral to answer the call. Then I thought better about racing him. When the green came on he floored it and I just motored away nice and easy. All of a sudden lights were flashing all over the place and the cop who was behind me sped around and nailed the guy. I never knew he was back there due to the frosty cold rear window.
My life has been one big charm like that ever since