My first "car" was a '63 "wrong-box". Three-on-a-tree and 292 turned 312 by Gramps himself. Former farm truck from the family farm, no exhaust, no seat belts, irrigation tires on it and a tow-bar to drag it behind the combine or whatever. Door panels filled with mouse motels from locally sourced bench seat stuffing. The shift forks were worn out and if you didn't do your 1-2 shift correct, you'd get to burn the hair off the back of your hand re-aligning the forks under the hood in front of the highschool girlfriends. Ah, good times.... Love those early 60's Fords!