My first was an $85.00 Nash Rambler with an eight ball shifter (automatic) with a single front seatback that dropped flat to the F position with one pull. Seconds were two MGAs where I cut the bodies and built one which I sold for enough money to buy a mint '63 Alfa Romeo Giulietta Spyder aluminum block double over cam with a suspension that would ride to heaven. Years later I bought a fat pig Camero from the rich boss's daughter and ran it up a guardrail in downtown Wash DC. It was on its side off an exit ramp and I started walking, but was so drunk I actually returned to get a basketball and football out of the trunk and then walked all the way to my apartment. The next morning I zombied my hungovered ass down the the local gas station looking for a towtruck and while describing the car and location, the owner pulled a newspaper and which already had a picture of my car on its side. The car was actually ok except for some suspension damage. I don't remember the details but since I always hated that turd POS I probably just signed the title over and kept walking. Like many here, I have tons of car and truck stories, some involving fights and gunplay.