I learned to drive in a 66 Opel Cadet Wagon. Dad accidentally put the clutch disk in backwards and it would hang then slam in. You had to have a real soft touch on it. In hindsight it probably made me better with a clutch.

The first thing I actually owned was a 1951 Chevy P/U. 216 3 on the tree. Bought it in pieces and my dad made me do a complete restore on it so that I would appreciate what I had. Exploded the tranny after a few hundred miles, so I put a Muncie three speed in it with a late model Chevelle rear. It took a mile to get up to speed but would really haul once it was wound up.

I used to cruise Bloomington on Friday and Saturday nights looking for girls. Didn't know what to do when I found one, so I just kept cruising looking for more.