Oh wow, just awesome memories! I was the only girl with four brothers. When they weren't picking on me, they were making sure I was taken care of. They all helped me buy the coolest car out there. A 1966 Pontiac Grand Prix. It was the darker green and roared like the devil himself.
I can't even tell you how powerful I felt in that car. Of course, all the boys suddenly seemed attracted to me/my car. The girls and I would head out after school down to the creek and take off our shoes and socks and wade in it. We'd catch crawdads and throw them at each other.
That car was so big, the whole crew would fit in it. No matter the number, we always squeezed em' in. The rule was nobody rode for free. That beauty guzzled gas like it was going outta style. So everyone contributed to filling up the tank, if we were lucky. I remember gas was $.35 a gallon back then.
Not sure how it was possible but my brothers seemed like they loved the car the same if not more than me. They had old Chevy's or pickup trucks. I'd let them borrow it occasionally for a date if they would fill it up and change the oil for me.
Oh, I wish I had that car today. I drove it for 14 years and traded it in for a new Camaro, which I prompted totaled.