I was 16 years old in 1968 and had just taken my road test. I was looking for a car when my friend Sal told me about his grandfathers car, which his uncle was selling. We immediately went to look at the car, there it was a, black beautiful 1956 Chevy Belair with a 3 speed standards shift on the column. I wanted the car it was love at first sight and said I'll take it the price was $50. His uncle said well let me start it first. Couldn't get it started and killed the battery, as there was no gas in the car. He then starts to siphon gas from his car and gets a mouthful of gas. After he recovers, he pours the gas into the 56 Chevy jumps it and started right up, all along I'm telling him I will buy the car. He then said to me, I'm going to need a new battery for the car, so just give me $25. I still miss this car to this day and as I see a 56 on the road or at a car show, it brings back a lot great memories, from a much simpler time.