Good advice. But, to this day, I still regret that my father wouldn’t let me buy that cherry ‘61 Corvette from the widow lady that was selling it for $1450. It was 1969, I was 17, and I had a ‘63 Impala 2-door to sell first. That was Dad’s demand. Couldn’t sell the Impala, didn’t get the Vette, didn’t hydroplane into the ditch like I did with the 1967 Camaro I bought a year later. Dad was moderately right. Heck...wish I still had the Impala AND the Camaro.