Mine was a '74 AMC Hornet.
It belonged to the driving school I attended.
My father taught me to drive at 9, and let me drive regularly, although illegally, from 12.
He'd sit and smoke his cigarettes while I drove, and then about a mile from home we'd switch and he'd drive in the driveway so Mom wouldn't know.
However, a driving school diploma equalled lesser insurance costs for a 16 year old. I was such a proficient driver, that on my 2nd lesson, the driving instructor told me to drive to McDonald's where we spent all but about 25 minutes of my lesson. He said, Shoot, you drive as good as I do. Thanks Dad.