68 Camaro

My brother David, 4 years younger than I am, left for Vietnam at age 18, after joinng the US Army.
My parents had 2 cars, and My husband and I  only had 1. David let me keep his 1950 Chevy while he was gone. He bagged groceries and cut lawns to save up the $500.00 he paid for a car like this one, when he turned 16. Both car photos are borrowed from Google Images.

I had never driven a straight shift car, and his had 3 on the tree. I learned to use the clutch and was so happy and relieved when he returned in 1968 that it only hurt a little to return the car to him.

He immediately traded it for a 68 Camaro. Several years later, he had married and they had a sweet little baby girl. Alas for him, the back seat was not family sized and he sold the car to me for $500.00

I thought I had died and gone to heaven. This beauty had 3 on the floor, and a clutch. Each time I came to a stop, I went out of that stop ON THE GAS and popping that clutch.
My mother as a passenger never failed to say, do you HAVE to go out of every stop like that?
You can guess the answer.
I was only 25 with two small sons. My best friends husband, was my go to if I needed any mechanic type stuff. Once as I was backing out, I asked him if he could make the car get better gas mileage. I said it seems to use a lot more gas than my other car.
His answer was "Sandra, it's not the car, it's the way you take off from every stop" Back off the gas and you will save money.
Did I or did I NOT back off the gas.

Not My car or photo

                                      photo borrowed from Automotive Restorations