i learned to drive a stick on an ol f250 sittin on dads lap. every sat. coming home from the garbage dump- at the age of 5. well, he clutched and i shifted and steered. was cool to me.. at the driving age it was a '74 pea green black soft top chevy malibu. by '87 when we bought it from a 'use it only to go to church on sunday' grandma it only had 3400 miles on it. EVERYTHING was original. no plugs, wires, oil, fuel, changes or nothing. it was a straight six 250. front drivers side of the seat was worn a little from sliding in and out. dad and i barely were able to remove the plugs. we changed everything under the hood, new brakes, tires and installed at the time the pimpinest radio w/ thumpin speakers. once i got a job, a co-worker had a similar car - his was blue w/ white top and his was a 350. did we drag whenever possible..
yeah i lost, just now enough umpf under the hood..