In 1955 I was 16 years old. You needed to be 17 yrs old to get a drivers license. That previous summer I was given( bought for $1.00) a 1938 Chev. that had belonged to a deceased Uncle. It didn't run and needed paint among other things but it was my first car. The main problem with it not running was a bad carburetor. Low and behold , on Christmas morning I found that Santa had put a new Carburetor under the tree for me. That afternoon I put that carb. on, and the Chevy started. It was the beginning of my life long passion for working on and owning old cars.