Yeah, my dad was an auto mechanic. We fixed up that little '32 Chevy together and I drove it from the time I got my license
through the rest of high school. It was sooooo cool. Everybody loved my car. There was a down side......it couldn't hold many people, and you remember how in high school everybody ran in packs. Of course, things were different back then and I'll confess to having "passengers" standing on the running boards and hanging on for dear life from time to time. Ha. We called it "playing Keystone Kops!" The movie
American Graffiti pretty much told the story of my high school years. Small town in Oklahoma....cruising the streets on a Friday night.....
I ended up selling that little car for next to nothing and buying a "real" car (translate: a used piece of junk that had air-conditioning and automatic transmission....two things I coveted at the time) and have regretted it ever since. On a side note, it's funny this has come up now. My 50-year high school reunion is this coming Saturday. I'm going. LOL