65 AMC Rambler that my ol’ man bought for $300 and gave to his three boys. No reverse, we’d pull into an A&W drive-in (no drive thru in those days) and when it was time to leave we’d rev it up in reverse, all four doors would open and from a cloud of burning tranny fluid four legs would poke out and start kicking backwards like Fred Flinstone.

The car lasted three months. We then scrounged together $100 and bought a 60 Chevy. Damn car was so big you could stash the entire Soprano family in the trunk. Lasted for four years until I totaled it plowing through a slush puddle to splash some snowballers and slammed into the car in front of me, which slammed into the car in front of it, which got pushed out into the intersection and got slammed both ways like the shot John Elway got diving for the touchdown in the Superbowl.

I’ve had an exciting life.

The Dr. had a 57??? Somehow I knew he’d have a classic.