Mine was a '62 Ford Galaxy 500 that dad bought for my older brother and I. But in his eyes it was his car. So much so that he thought he could prevent me from using it by removing the power steering pump. Fooled him though. I didn't want to use it. I preferred dad's 67 Plymouth Sports Fury. That was a nice car. So I waited until I got a job and bought a '72 Dodge Charger practically new.
It was a demo that the dealer owner's wife had driven for a year. I put that car through hell.
