When I was 15 my dad told me that I had better get a job and start saving up for a car because he sure was not going to buy me one. I mowed lawns, worked in a pet store, worked in a hospital kitchen and saved every penny I made.
Just short of my 16th birthday I found the car I wanted AND I could afford the $200 it cost. My dad was not all that pleased with my choice as it had been burned in a fire and was a real mess BUT he and I spend the better part of 2 years doing a body off restoration on "my car"
My first car was a 1957 Jaguar XK-140 roadster. Open cockpit, wire wheels and more horse power than a 17 year old should ever be allowed to handle. My senior year in high school I drove a show room condition 2 seat open cockpit sports car that would do 140 mph without breaking a sweat AND I lived to tell all of you about it too :yes:
This is one of a few pics I have left that I took during the restoration with most of it in primer. It has been almost half a century ago now and many of the photos are never to be found again but the memories of my father and I rebuilding this car will live with me until I die.