'59 Peugeot 403 station wagon, which I got in summer of '65. My mom needed a new car, and I needed a car for a summer job. Dealer offered 100 bucks to trade, 200 not to. Great car, had bad bearings, broken rings, holes in floor, structural sag, broken springs, brake linings totally gone, ran like a watch. finally the worm-drive differential, which had been threatening to fail for some time, did so, snapping the rear driveshaft when it jammed, stranding me outside timothy Leary's castle in Millbrook, N.Y. Peace and love my a$$ - those folks were inhospitable.
Well, actually, I had two cars before that, but I never drove them. When I was about 8, my parents and I split the cost of a '41 chevy with a bad clutch (I only had 6 dollars, so they kicked in the other 6), which we parked out in the woods and I happily hacked to bits, etc. for a couple of years. Later, I also got a Model B Ford 5-window coupe in need of considerable restoration for $125. It sat in a garage for a few years, until I needed money and sold it for a grand. I wasn't equipped at the time to do it right, and I had no title, and no serial number, so I let it go. Sorry now, of course.
