• 1976 Ford Bronco. First car and worth probably 10x what I sold it for in 1998. Also, 1999 Volvo V70R wagon whose engine blew out on me 5 months after I bought it.

  • What happened to the car?

    What do you think happened?

    Looks like it was chewed up and spat out.

    Perhaps it's the result of an anxiety.

  • My Turbo/Quattro Midget. Didn't realize until later in life that my Schwinn Sting-Ray was a Turbo/Quattro too
    Gateway drug it was.

  • Civic CRX that I owned for about 60 hours when I was about 20 years old. Picked it up on a Friday afternoon, spent all day Saturday detailing it, upgrading the stereo, installing fog lights, etc. Rolled it off the side of a bridge embankment, cartwheeled end over end, landed upside down and partially submerged in a small stream. Managed somehow to not kill myself or my passenger. No body panel was undamaged, all but one piece of glass was broken, engine block was cracked from the impact, etc. Good times.

  • I bought a completely rusted out '68 Plymouth Sport Satellite convertible during my 2nd year of college in '88. I was severely stricken with 'Mopar-itis", since my '67 Barracuda (notchback) got stolen up in Boston the winter before. This is what a stupid 18 yo kid does when he doesn't take his time to find a good car, with $$ burning in his pocket. I thought I could restore it. Rust holes the sizes of golf balls in the frame.I replaced fenders (apologies to the old couple that sold me a perfectly rust free '68 4-door Belvidere (olive green btw), thinking the car was going to be a reliable daily driver)…. The brake proportioning valve was shot, so unless you spent the 3 months of learning a feathery touch to the brakes, you were going to lock 'em all up. $1200 spent on the car, and another $3800 spent in cop rims, new convertable top, 4 bbl carb/intake, etc (again these are '88 through '91 dollars). But what did I do with this rolling restoration? I used it for not 1, but 2 driving jobs. Delivering Dominos pizza in northern NJ at night, and a side gig of transporting an actor across Bergen County in the mornings/early afternoons for her shows at elementary schools….. I more than made my $$ back in income, for what I wasted on the car. Good times at both jobs. Between the rotted frame and bad DRUM brakes, I should have died 5x over in a fiery crash… But it was the 8.75" rear end that gave out, and made me sell if for parts…. That was how I learned how to buy old cars moving forward. Got some good memories for the wasted 5K though….

    – Average Bear

  • My first car, at 16, was a 1982 Ford EXP. It was a crapcan on wheels. I actually drove that thing cross country, from Washington DC, to Sacramento, and then up to Portland. Only got towed twice. It blew a spark plug clean out of the motor around Pittsburgh, and did it a few more times when it started up. The clutch died pulling into Sac. Lucky for me a friend's dad had taught me how to shift without the clutch, but that didn't help at stoplights, where I'd turn the car off and then start it in first. Actually kept the car for three more years, at which point I donated it to some charity. I actually felt sorry for them for taking it.
    -Evan

  • My first car was a 1950 Packard Ultramatic. In absolutely tip top shape for 1971…!Doctors car left in a garage. My other 17yr old friends were driving MG's, Pintos ,Vegas etc and I was driving this monster from another era. And I thought it was old then! But sooo cool.

    Anyway one day the tranny wouldnt shift into forward.it would only go in reverse. So I drove it home in reverse! About 4 miles. And didnt get arrested!

    Anyway.being a 17 yr old kid I thought it perfectly logical to take it to a transmission shop….Aamco. Big Mistake. I agreed to an inspection and when I returned for the results, they had "fixed" the tranny and I had a bill for $750.00!

    Well I had never seen $750.00! The car only cost me $250.00. Long story short they liened it. When I finally got it back after going to court it was missing it's Cormorant and hubcaps after sitting in the Aamco yard for six months.

    Moral of the story: stay away from franchise shops and don't have a kid like me!

  • As a poor naive youth just out of college, I needed a car for my job. I bought a 1975 mustang II in November 1983 for $350. Over the next two weeks the rear end started howling, the front end started shimmying, the engine started a faint knocking sound. Then during one day in December, the heater fan stopped working on my way to work. That night, coming home with 5 degrees temps outside (no heater fan), I pulled up to the toll booth, grabbed the window knob, heard a snap, and the window dropped suddenly down into the door with a thunk. No heat, no window, engine knocking, rear end howling. I junked the mustang, borrowed enough money for a downpayment, and ordered a new 84 Prelude that week. I put 275,000 miles on that Prelude and have owned at least one Honda/Acura since.

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