Well, i'm 65, rolling up on 66 soon. My first car when I was 15 was a nice 40 ford opera coupe with a 56 olds 324 hooked to the original drive train, with a 39 trans. Being that I didn't have a drivers license yet, I used to race off that school bus home and take the 40 out on the back roads before my dad got home from work. That worked for a while, until a friend of my dad told him that he saw me tearing the roads up in it. Dad took the battery out of it and locked it in the garage. Dads idea didn't work, I would pry the door open , get the battery, go for a ride. Got caught again because I spilled battery acid on my pants, which by the next day were falling apart. This time I got my ass beat! I loved that car, always think about it.