Extra points for rhyming. :-)
1973 for me.
1970 for me, probably.
Extra points for you, too.
When I was sixteen my Brother's Best Friend, in a moment of pity I'm sure, let me drive his Red 69 Roadrunner 4 speed 383. He just threw me the keys and told me to go pickup a pack of cigarettes for him. It took me about a half hour to drive the four blocks and back.
Went to a drive through Dairy, (remember those?), and even though I was too young to buy tobacco, the guy couldn't keep his eyes off the car and tossed me a pack of Winston's.
Those were the days. I've owned a 55 Chevy, a 69 Chevelle, a Corvette Convertible, a Porsche 911, you name it. That Roadrunner still has a place in my heart. Someday before I die, I'll have to get me one of those suckers.
I remember every detail. The white interior, the beep-beep horn, the flat black painted hood and the Hurst T Handle shifter.
My Brother still has a 32 Ford 5 Window Deuce Coupe. He built it when he was 16 and he is 63 now. If I outlive him, it's mine. (If his Wife lets me take it home) LOL
Sorry for the long story. Those good old days still make me smile. The middle 70’s doomed the cars I loved.
Husband started work at Ford in 79. His first job was dealing with EPA paperwork. When the government gets involved things get worse and costs more.
I came of age to drive, 1975
Extra points for rhyming. :-)
1973 for me.
1955 time for me to drive