My first car was in 1966 when I purchased a 1958 Chev Imala 2 door hardtop, silver in colour and red interior. $695.00 in borrowed funds from Household Finance.
Aren't you damn impressed, eh?
Anyways; I burned the automatic transmission out and decided to put in a 3 speed standard. All my friends said it was piece of cake. They said that I only needed to remove 8 bolts and the tranny would just fall out.
Well .... I must of removed about a hundred and 8 bolts and it was not coming loose. Meanwhile, my battery is going dead because I got the radio on during my frantic repairs. When I started the engine to charge my battery, the whole bottom of the damn car clunked onto the ground!
I had the car up on blocks and in the months it was there, my twin borrowed my tires for his car. I had to put them back on when I called a tow truck to tow my car to the garage to install the standard transmission.
I'm cruisin' down the road behind this tow truck and the back wheel came off my car!
When I got the car back, and because I bought a "used" stick shift from a "friend" ..... and made a mistake and bought a Ford stick instead of a Chevy stick, it meant that the mechanic had to make a much larger hole in the floor so the linkage would work. Plus .... the shifting was backwards. (First was where reverse would normally be.)
Later the next summer when my rad/heater hose burst, my legs got scalded with the steam coming up through the linkage hole in the floor!
I sold the car even trade for an electric guitar and amplifier. Then I signed up for music lessons. I figured I'd learn how to play Jingle Bells by Christmas.
One day, I was sitting in my "learn" studio for my half hour (30 dollar) lesson and I heard such great sounds coming from other people taking lessons. I was dreaming of the time I'd be half as good as these guys I was hearing.
While I was leaving the studio, other guys were too.
Yuh know, these guys were only 8 or 10 years old!