My employers were one-man-shop TV repairmen who were OLDER than my parents and Army- educated veterans (WWII, Korea)whom I learned much from even before finishing high school and vo-tech. By my senior year, I had a bench/delivery job for a dealer one block from school, enjoying the tech-savvy sarcasm and banter with the oldest one there, the owner who took on their RCA franchise in '49. I lived 8 miles away from job/school, so my 73 Fury was also a delivery vehicle for trade-in treasures but gas was already up to $1.25. I saved money from my personal customer jobs which included rooftop antenna work my folks were not aware of.
Needless to say, learning about cars was only from others my age, adults were not very helpful or accommodating at all. Every time a motorhead from school, usually older than us "kids" wiped themselves out on one of the many treacherous backroads, WE got a full lecture even wanting a tame but respectable car like a 283 Impala, 301 Skylark, 302 Mustang, 304 Javelin or 318 Challenger. I was coerced into getting a full-size car due to such concerns
The late 70s was an awful time to like performance considering all forces against you, so if you were interested in a car, any car, the only support you got was from your peers.
Sorry about going a bit off-topic but I still regret the paranoid and hopeless times we began driving in. Back then, I never thought it would get better but it did
