we chose was a 1949 pale green Chevrolet 2 door.  It was cheap, it was in relatively good condition, and I was able to park it at his house, without my dad knowing any better.
My brother in law helped me arrange for insurance.  It wasn't cheap, but I did get credit for Drivers training.

My next priority was getting licensed.   My Learners permit was only good for 6 months, and time was quickly going by.

I flunked my first driving test.  I drove through a cross walk while a pedestrian was trying to cross.    I knew better.  I was just nervous.  The DMV man told me that I was lucky that I didn't get a ticket.  He also told me that I could come back in two weeks.

Two weeks later I passed, and oh boy did I celebrate.   My friends and I all drove down to the coast where there was an amusement park with a big rollercoaster.   I rode in the front seat twice… Everyone got sick, but oh, was I happy; I now had a drivers license. 

Only one cloud on the horizon, I still had to break the news to my dad. 

"YOU DID WHAT?" yelled my dad.

"I bought a car."

"Do you have a license?"  He asked.

"Yes sir," I replied.

Who signed for your license," snarled my dad.

"You did, when you got me my learners permit." I answered.

"Do you have insurance?"

"Yes I do," said I.  "I got it from your insurance agent."

His face seemed to turn a red shade, but he didn't do anything violent

"Let's look at your car".  He said.

We both walked over to my new car and he gave it the once over.

"It's a piece of junk."  He growled.

"Bob says it's in good condition," said I.

"Are you going to live with Bob?" snarled my dad.

"No." I replied.

It was not an easy time, but we finally did manage to settle on a truce of sorts.  My dad made it very clear that I was very much on my own.  I was not to expect any help from him if something were to happen to the car.   I agreed to this, and once again, life continued almost as before… except for one thing.  This time, I actually had my own car.

It is interesting what a person remembers.  I can't remember much about my old High School, I don't remember a whole lot about some of the different places that I have been, but I do remember, with absolute clarity, my first car.