First Car Stories!

[69LM1]

Just sold that 69 red/red X-11 that I have been working on to (partially) finance the rebuild on a Eliminator that I just bought. Anyway Pretty cool story, a guy calls and is looking for the car for his 15 year old son. Son has been saving and dad is going to match what the son has saved.
Son has been on ebay, and of course has seen the 2fast 2furious "Pure American Muscle Baby" scene with the Yenko.
The Dad has a 69 Vette big block CE motor, pan to pan, still in the crate! so, I wound up dropping the price a few hundred. Cool story because I remember my first car and thought this might make a cool new thread so hear goes:

It was fall of 1980. I had been working all summer at the local Winn Dixie and saving. I had just gotten my learners permit, but my dad, an auto mechanic had been letting me drive to the local quick stop store every once in a while (over my mothers objections ). I was really liking the 80's camaro look and of course wanted one. After looking in the paper for weeks, I found an ad for a 69 Camaro and talked my Dad into going to look at it.
So, with $300.00 in my pocket (all 5's, 10's and a few 20's), my Dad, my Uncle and I went to go look at this Camaro. I had never up to that point seen a 69 before, but was expecting to see something like the 2nd gen body.
So, we get there and this older gentleman shows us the car.
Man, talk about something that can get a teenage guys mind off of girls (for a sec anyway)! It was love at first sight. There sat a faded puke green 69 camaro, with a 307, 3-speed manual transmission, black interior with a console.
Then the bomb, the guy wants 425.00 for the car!!! Dad was also concerned about the car being "to fast" for a 1st car.
As dad was a dirt poor mechanic, 125.00 was big money. So as I am in the corner begging him for the loan, the guy overhears us and drops the price to 350.00!!!! So, my dad and uncle loan me the 50.00 and away we go with the car!!
Talk about an early Christmas. Of course, I could not drive a stick yet, so dad had to drive the car home.
When we got around the block from the house, dad stops the car with a serious look on his face. He give me the "this is not a toy" speach, then proceeds to rip off the line, smoking the tires, urhcing second and third gears, while proclaiming that if he ever catches me losing to a ford he will take the car away !!!
It took me 3 years to finally get the car restored, and Dad rebuilt the engine and added a few goodies (anyone remember the "curve" kits?). During my senior year in high school, I had a overnight school function for the busines club. When I got back, Dad looked sheepish, friends were smiling and mom was mad. It seems that while I was gone over a friday night, Dad snuck out with the car "to go to the grocery", . A neighbor sees the car Drag Racing and calls my mom to tell her that she saw me racing. Of course, I was out of town and it turns out it was my dad! Anyway, I just thought that was a great story, and that it was pretty cool that this guy is building a muscle car with his kid.

Any one have any cool stories like that? One day I will share the one where later in like my little brother total's my 69 Z28 while I was in the Air Force!