Car he learned to drive in
Born and raised in Wichita, Probst learned to drive in a 1966 Volkswagen Beetle that his dad bought for $50. "We put an engine into it and the engine cost $200 and my dad rebuilt it and I watched him," he says.
They also took the Beetle to Earl Scheib. "It's one of these painting places where they will paint your car for $100. When you're a kid that's only making $3 an hour, I had a black VW bug that I thought was the greatest car ever."
Growing up in car culture, Probst got his learner's permit as soon as allowed. "I had my learner's permit at 14 and a half, imagine that," he says, looking back.
As Probst describes it, he learned to drive by riding the clutch, burning the clutch out pretty quickly. "I didn't want to give up the car to have a new clutch put in, so I would grind those gears. I would just push the clutch in and even though it wasn't doing anything, I'd grind it into second, then grind it into third," he laughs. "The whole car was $250, but God, I babied that car."
Probst enjoyed his share of "car wars" with friends. He tells of one particular car war when they coated his car with mud. "Man, they didn't mean to cause me this much trouble -- they were just trying to get my car dirty because I always kept it really clean," he describes. "They scraped all this mud on my car, but it had little, tiny pebbles in it. When I washed it off, the whole hood of my car was all scratched up."
His dad Jerry used it as a teaching moment for his young son. "I remember my dad saying, 'That's what happens. You mess with somebody, you think it's funny and then guess what? They come back and mess with you and it's not so funny.' That was my punishment - you're pretty little car now isn't as pretty is it? He thought it was ridiculous, the things we were doing. But we were screw ups, we were little punks playing around."
Probst only got to drive around Wichita in his Beetle for a year before the family uprooted and moved to Seattle. It felt like he was moving to another country.
To help cushion the blow, his dad gave the 15-year-old keys to his own 1966 Corvette for one last date in Wichita. "The greatest date I had was before I left, my girlfriend Susan Christian was the most beautiful girl on the block and my dad let me take that '66 427/435 with 40,000 miles on it," he says, reflecting on that moment. "That was the greatest night of my life. I was in a machine, I had my best shirt on, I was picking up the prettiest girl on the block."
Probst drove to nearby L.W. Clapp Golf Course. "We parked in the parking lot and we made out like bandits in that car," he laughs. "We were going to go out and sit in the grass somewhere and make out, but instead we ended up staying in that was car because that was like being a man. I was a little boy in a man's car. It was cool, it had a teak steering wheel."