My first car came from my great-aunt, a 66 Lay Down Rambler 4 door. No speed out of the 6 banger, but lots of sex on the reclining seats. My old man was a Volkswagon freak, so we never had anything approaching hot in the house. A friend in high school borrowed his sister's 383 Challenger one night and took me to the local cruise. Still didn't take hold.
Then after my first deployment, I needed a car, so I answered an ad in the paper. 71 RR, 440, hemi 4 speed, Dana. The ride home with the open headers was like nothing I had ever felt. I babied it on the back roads until it came time to get on the freeway, and I wooded it up the ramp. The hook was set. Learned something on that drive too. First time I ever had to put the fan belt on while on the side of the road!