I was 17ish and driving an Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme that my father gave up as a high school graduation present. At the time I was hanging with a crowd of kids in Reading, MA who all owned either 5.0 LX Mustangs, Grand Nationals or 70's muscle (including a sweet V8 Vega). We would crowd up at the local BK and race up and down the street. Not me in a v6 Olds, but I would usually jump in with my buddy in his 1987 Bright Regatta Blue LX. They had the street race scene down to a science, and I wanted in. I totalled the Olds one rainy night after a college party and parlayed the insurance proceeds into a 1988 LX 5.0, my first new car.
I ordered the LX from the factory with the only options being premium sound, tinted windows, rear defrost and of course the motor/suspension package. $10,700. My goals were to make the car a road weapon and race the crap out of it, but once I got it I couldn't bring myself to beat the thing. I began modifying it right away when I pulled the air silencer in the fender. Trouble was, back in 1988 noone knew what these cars were all about, let alone tweak them. Most of what was done was trial and error based on magazine articles and guesstimates based on what worked on carb cars. A far cry from what is available these days.
So far it has never seen a winter, doesn't have any door dings or rust, and has been tastefully modified. Still has under 20,000 miles on the odometer, too.
It's funny how life changes you. Between the time when I was 18 up until about 5 years ago I could count on one hand how many times people had sat in the back seat, but here I am at 42 with 2 kids, I love, love, love to take them along. My son gets a kick out of climbing under the car with me and I'm more than happy to teach him how to use his brain and get his hands dirty. Good old fashioned American stuff that seems to be a disappearing quality.