My parents divorced when I was 13 and part of their agreement was that I was to be provided a car since my older sister had already totaled three of them.
This was what they felt was suitable for a f@ckin' 16 year old, but only it was red and a '60:
No radio, no windows, no heat, no dice! It sat in my mothers divorce lawyers garage rotting for three years and I never did get to drive it. I think I could handle a TR3A right about now.