My first car was purchased from my sister's BIL, when I was 16, for $900 bucks. It was a 1969 Chevelle Malibu with a mighty 307 CI V8. That sucker was loaded for '69. It was light green with a black vinyl top and rally wheels. (not mine in the picture, but identical)
Had a 2 speed powerglide floor shifter, power windows, power seats, A/C and was only 5 years old at the time. Of course it was the 70's, and I had to have some air shocks, wide tires, Cherry Bomb pipes and that lovely white angel hair in the rear deck with my triaxle Jensen speakers, ripping out the Doobie Brothers from my 8 track tape deck.
Oh how I mistreated that car, I wish I had been smarter, but i was just a dumb kid. Dad would just look at it and shake his head. Mom would say, "Well you're Daddy had to have his back bumper dragging the ground to look cool in our day." Which I still think looks good on the proper aged car.
The weird little rice burners that came after the muscle cars got phased out didn't make any sense to me. Wide but low profile tires that were pushed to their limit with spacers, those were odd looking to me. I'm stuck loving the old iron, like the '69 Mach I 428 CJ, 4 spd I got later in life, but sadly don't have anymore. Those days you could see a car's tail lights way out in front of you, and you knew what it was, year make and model.
Can't do that with many these days. Cool thread, making me wish I had that Chevelle again, in the condition it was in when I GOT it, not after I was through with it. Poor baby.........