The car bug bit me at a young age.
I was 15 years old living in St. Louis Missouri. My first car was a 1951 Plymouth two door that my uncle sold to me for $5, with the understanding that I would fix it up. I worked on it day and night, putting my resources into the engine the interior, and finally due to lack of funds I gave it my own paint job. Now don't laugh, but I painted that car with a brush and household paint roller and it actually didn’t look all that bad. But that didn't matter; what was important was that I had a 1951 Plymouth of my very own.
This is a companion discussion topic for the original entry at https://www.hagerty.com/articles-videos/articles/2014/06/03/got-the-goat