'67 VW Beetle, hand-me-down from father and brother. By the time I got it in '72 it had already lived a full (and hard) life. Windsheild wipers used to flip-flop on that stupid set-screw and arbor thing...until everything rusted permanently in place, problem solved. Clutch went and I drove without one (clutch) for about a month until I scraped together enough $'s for the repair. Easy enough, living in Boston, could always find a hill to park on. Couldn't afford to be too picky about where to park, though. You could get the car to begin rolling forward by applying pressure to the gear shift from neutral toward first, never understood (still don't) how it did that. Tuned it up using a matchbook cover to gap the points. Finally destroyed it by setting the valves, at least some of them, don't know which ones, out of sequence. I think I was using the muffler as a combustion chamber. All I know is that I got it to run, for about 1/4 mile, standing on the gas. But things got dicey when I saw a faint "glow" out of the rearview mirror. Pulled up to the nearest house to use a phone to call the fire department...too late.
Great memories, except for that very last one.
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'64 230sl, fully sorted out...ooops, spoke too soon