The year I was 15, my neighbor had a 1956 Buick Special as a second car. It was beautiful. I hoped to make him an offer for it once I got my iicense and started working, but he had traded it by then.
A 1956 Buick Special was the first car I remember my Dad having. From NJ, we traveled all the way out West and across Canada in it. Had it all the way until 1964 when he got a 1965 Buick Le Sabre which I never really liked. I was not old enough to drive the ‘56 before it disappeared one day!