Back in the early to mid 80's I grew up as a teenager in a small Wisconsin town. The just under 1,000 folks that called it home had no idea how special it was. The next town over was where we went to high school. This metropolis had a huge population of 2,500. To get there as a high school student you either took a bus (which stopped at all railroad tracks- how annoying), or you got a ride with friends or you took you own car. Most of us bought cars used an fixed them up. I used $895 of paper route money and bought a 1969 Mustang coupe with a 302 V8 engine. Everything was wrong with the car. I swapped engines with friends from junk yards, did brake jobs and did horrible body work on this chariot. My best friends down the street had a 1966 Chevelle and a 196? "people's car" VW bug. Our other friend had a 1969 GTO. We worked on these cars and learned a few things along the way. They were just old cars at that point. Now many enthusists would love to own them. But my reason for this story is boyond the cars. It is beyond the life lessons learned about how a motor vehicle works. This even goes beyond who's was the fastest (it was the GTO that only ran good on racing fuel). The best thing about that time, in retrospect, was the hanging out with other like minded young people. This "hobby" kept us out of trouble. It made us better people by seeing a project through. It molded some of our beliefs of what we were capable of building and trying. My current classic is in much better shape but I wish I still had that $895 1969 Mustang Coupe that had everything wrong with it.