It doesn't matter what car it was, it was my first car. Could have been a VW bug, or a Mustang or an Impala. It was 1968, and I was a Sophomore in High School. My best friend's parents bought him a 1964 Impala SS...I wanted a Mustang...What I got was a 13 year old Chevy. It was a 1955 Chevy 210. 2 door, 265 CID V8, "3 on the tree". No radio. The car had been the family car for all 13 years, Dad having bought it new in 1955 for $2000. I was sick of it, but it was now mine, and provided me some level of independence. Dad told me I had to pay him $200 for it and pay for my own insurance, and gas. I added a junk yard (AM) radio, and listened to Wolfman Jack out of Tijuana, Mexico (actually might have been Rosarito Beach). Wasn't long before I had earned enough $ being a busboy to be able to put "chrome reverse" wheels on it, and "wide oval" tires, to make it mine, vs my parents. Drove it for two years, then went to college, at which time I got $500 for it when I traded it in a piece of c***. I wish I had the '55 Chevy today!
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