All thru high school (1962-66) @ 1 00 per hr, I worked at a Gulf station in Brighton Mich to save enough money for a new 1967 Olds 442. On Dec 20th 1966, I plunked down $3450. cash, and took ownership of a gold, 2DRHT, 4spd, strato bucket seats, ralleye pack, walker chambered piped, red lined tires, screaming 442. I stupidly pulled a hole shot in the dealership bay, as they opened the door for me to leave, and ALMOST took out the LR quarter panel, whew! If that wasn't enough, I picked up some pals, got a bunch of beer and went out drag racing on the freeway ( I96) at speeds of 110 mph till the wee hours, It was a wild but great Xmas. I took the console out because I wanted my long legged, blond girlfriend sitting close enough so when I power shifted, I got a little extra grab on the gears! Was not too long after all this I left for the Marines, sold the tired Olds, returned, only to get a job testing cars at the GM Proving Grounds and wound up retiring from there some 40 years later. Yes, I frequently catch myself looking in the rear view mirror of life, glad to have survived many, many, hair raising experiences too numerous to note. Today, I have a sedate 1950 Ford street rod with a 350/350. which is fast enough for a senior citizen. Part of life that I will savor forever.