My best friend / neighbor growing up had multiple cars. His father had a used car dealership and my friend even at a young age knew the value of cars.
He had a 68 Camaro RS - candy apple red that was beautiful. All kinds of chrome and a perfect leather interior.
He also had a 69 Chevelle 454 SS with a Hurst shifter that, when he cranked it up in his garage, my bedroom window would vibrate 1/4 mile away. The prior owner raced it on the drag strip and never lost. These were beautiful, fantastic cars that he maintained as if they were works of art. We would go to school in one of them (3 miles away) and I would give him gas money because of the poor gas mileage. The Chevelle got gallons to the mile, not the other way around.
Me? I drove a Chevy Cavalier that had been wrecked 3X (4 if you count the wreck I had at 16). So, I lived vicarously through my friend
The Chevelle looked very much like this:
and the Camaro very much like this:
Other friends drove '55 - '57 Chevys and other classic cars that were fun to ride around in on weekends
And mine looked very much like this...
