In my early teen years, dad (who always had a parade of interesting cars go though) brought home a 60 Invicta convertible. Side pipes, hydraulic suspension, Tijuana tuck and roll, no heater but air conditioned. I always thought that was a cool car. I had sold the Crosley dad and I restored together and was ready for the big time. I had the ad of the 70 Chevelle SS with the glow under it taped to my bedroom wall for some time and wanted one sooooo bad. But, being 1984, 15 years old, and only about $1500 to play with kept me from being the LS6 owner I wanted to be. Dad found a Buick for sale down the road a piece and said they are much better that that cheap old Chevy I was desiring. Well, next thing I know we were driving my 70 GS455 convertible back home to show mom. Mom, who is plenty car savvy herself asked dad "A 455 in that small car seems a little much for the boy." Dad winked at me and told her that a more powerful engine makes it easier to get out of trouble.
A month or so later, an old family friend stopped by and saw the car. He told me to bring it to the local Buick Club show. The rest is as they say, is hysterical.
P.S. Dad still owns this car, he was smart enough to save it after I blew it up.
P.P.S. I want it back.