My first car was a 65 Mustang I bought from my father.
It had a manual transmission and I used to sit in the driveway practicing shifting in preparation for learning how to drive.
I adored that car.
Until a drunk driver turned in front of me on the way to school one morning and my sister went through the windshield.
It did one heck of a number on the front end and went to the scrap heap. Damn.
OK....we know about the car. What about your sister?