20.
I was 17 when people around me tried hard to convince me into "reality" - their vision that I will not see a nice sports car in my driveway till im an old fart, at which point ill have family, obligations, and a full time career to hinder any fun, stupidity, and adrenaline that runs through young veins, and any joy from owning such a "toy". Meaning unless I was born into money i should just drown my dreams.
Pffffffffft.
Full time college, electrical engineering major, part time job, unpaid internship, part time job, and a girlfriend of almost 3 years. I'm managing alright
Oh and the Z came after an s2000. Both were my dream cars.