Age 16 (1959), grandfather (on Dad's side) who lived upstairs in the same house as we did bought me a 1947 Chevy Fleetline 2 door fastback....cost $115....from the back row of a local Mercury dealership. He said "I bought your dad his first car, so I will buy you one". It ran pretty good, was in fair condition. Of course, I really wanted a coupe, but drove that car for several months.
One day I drove it from my hometown of Aurora, Missouri to Springfield, a trip of about 35 miles. About a fourth of the way back home, the timing gear went out. So, there I sat by the side of the road. No cell phone, not enough money to hire a tow truck. Then, along comes a fellow I knew from high school....maybe two or three years older than me.....driving his '52 Olds. He stopped, asked what my problem was, then said he would push me back home.
That was an interesting trip. The bumpers on the two vehicles matched up real well (thank goodness I had rear bumper guards). He would get going about 50 miles per hour-----then the rear of my car would start to shift to the left or right just a bit. He would let off the gas.....my car would jerk and straighten out.....then he would ease back up against my bumper and continue pushing. Went thru this process several times......I'm sure the old knuckles were white. Amazingly we got back home without any poblems. Didn't seem to hurt either bumper any. Don't think that trip would happen in today's world.