I got my car when it was abandoned in my dad's driveway by my sister, who had let her two young children trash it. So she left it for dead and took off. I was 18 at the time, needed a car to get to night school, so my dad was nice enough to tinker around with it enough to get it into working condition, and I'm pretty sure he sank a good amount of money into it, too. It got me through night school, then I drove it 1700 miles to Arizona State University. It stranded me in Flagstaff on the way there, needed a new water pump. During the following year it stranded me a few more times, mostly just holes in the radiator and that sort of thing. Driving it home from that first year of college was the real kicker. It stranded me, once again, on the border of New Mexico at midnight when I stopped the car at a gas station to get gas. I finally found someone with jumper cables, and I didn't turn the car off for the rest of the 1000+ miles home. I have to add that at this time the new radiator was going out again, so I had to drive through the desert with the heater running full blast to keep it from overheating. That was a very warm ride. It finally died that summer, and I had it hauled off by Goodwill and got a nice tax deduction out of it. Can't complain. As junky as it was and the inside was total crap, I loved that car, and I'm just waiting for the day when I can have a vintage bmw again. But maybe this time I'll have another more reliable car as backup in the likely event that it breaks down, haha.