Believe it or not, I was born in the backseat of a 75 Lincoln Continental. Dad was too caught up in his "driving experience" that we didn't make it to the hospital in time. When I was se7en, I was given my first car, a 1933 Ford Coupe. She was my Dad's first car too, except she ran for him and he was legal to drive.....i guess it was a nice gesture. Moving on, 12 yrs old and just barely able to see above the wheel, but that didn't stop me from terrorizing my Dad's lumber yard in a yellow convertible 72 MG. I dreamed of being a race car driver and I drove like one too. Maybe thats why my Dad took that car away from me only a week after I got it....... to be continued.....................