When I was in grade 10 I was about to turn 16, therefore I could
drive. Driving was cool but I wasn't going to drive around in a
piece of trash. All of my life I had wanted a Lambourghini Countach
so I decided that that was what I was going to get.
Five 8x4 sheets of 22 gauge sheet metal and an old rusted out
Volkswagen 411 (stationwagon) later, I had my Countach (or close
enough).
Timewise it took almost a thousand hours of Sundays and holidays.
I haven't driven it all that much, just the best thing was when I
first drove it, it was to the prom and everyone cheered.
