How you felt having a Ford, OK?
My car was so wonderful. When I went to the high school, I was one of the few that had a car. I transported the basketball team—
We're going to start one more time. We need to hear that it's a Ford.
OK. My Model A Ford was special, but even more so, there were only a few of us who had cars. When we went to play Manual Arts High in L.A., I drove the team, and that meant eight of us in this car, some of them sitting on fenders. I remember, after the game, I came out, and to my horror, some Manual Arts student had taken my gear-shift and wound it around my steering wheel, so I had to unwind it in order to get home. But that meant I could date, I had not dated, that meant I could—
I'm sorry, so it's that, instead of saying "that meant", "having my Ford," "having my car."
Having my car meant that I could date, that I could go to dances for the first time. Even though I was still pretty small, I could ask any girl out, and it freed me. I felt so independent. I totally understand how anyone who gets a car feels, because that was a big moment in my life.