I was 15 in 1966. My dad's friend gave me a '57 Chevy 150 2 door sedan that he had ended up with when his brother went to prison. Pulled it home with a rope behind my friend's '54 Ford. I had it running by the next night. I drove it all through high school and the first year of college. I sold it because I needed the money for school. Wish I hadn't.