This really ages me, but I got my first car in 1967. I didn’t actually buy it; it was given to me by a relative, a 1957 Chevrolet sedan. There was no air conditioning, and the car had a three speed manual transmission. Yes, there was a decent radio.
Had the car survived for a few years, it might have had some value, but it was well worn, very well worn. Even the upholstery was torn, and I was never given a satisfactory explanation as to what happened.
Since I grew up in New York City, driving was not a major factor for me. There was plenty of public transportation, and city streets were so crowded that having a car would be a needless expense. Indeed, my dad didn’t buy his own car until he was in his early 70s, and then only because my stepmother wanted him to be able to take some road trips.