When my high school boyfriend and I were dating, he drove a 1957 Chevy 210 2-door sedan that, let's just say, needed some work. It was a good thing that I lived on a hill because oftentimes, his car would not start after taking me home from a date. I would give him a push to roll down the drive, he'd pop the clutch, and off he'd go. We owned that car until 1992. We still laugh about that after 42 years of marriage!