When I was 20 in 1975, I had a 1969 427/435 Corvette with a 1971 front clip. It was in my father's name for insurance purposes. We were driving back to Pittsburgh from Carlisle and I was speeding and weaving in and out of traffic. My dad got upset and told me if I didnt stop doing that he was selling the car. I told him " Go ahead, I don't care". I sold the car a week later just to spite him. I have owned 12 others since then.