I turned 16 in Dec of 76. I could not wait to take driver ed. at school because I would not get my license until the end of school year, so I went to a private driving school and got my license in Jan. of 77. Dad dictated what we could drive and bought us cars because he wanted something safe. I did not like my choices. Ist I got my older brothers car, a Mercedes 220 Diesel. A uncool slug of a car. Then, a 69 Cutlass 2dr 6 cylinder that dad got from his insurance guy. It was his son's car. It was Robin Egg blue(yuk). I worked at gas stations and tire stores because I wanted to learn how to work on cars. I bought air shocks,painted the rear axle yellow,cut off the NEW exhaust to make it loud(although a sick sounding drone) and put bald wide tires I took off a "hippie van" at the tire store on ralleyII wheels also freebies from the store. After working the second summer and now, 17, I bought my own ride, a 67 SS Chevelle 396. Dad was not happy at all! That fall, he sent me to Military School. Upon graduating in 79. I bought the 2 69 Camaro I still have and another 67 Chevelle SS (Maroon). Sold that when I married, but still have a soft spot for 67 Chevelles and would like another someday. Green P.U. in background is a 71 Chev 3/4 (still have it as well!). Cutlass in background in 1st pic. Dad got rid of it when he found out I was going to put a 389 tri-power in it that I was dealing on. Wish I had kept a set of those Cragars.