A Plymouth Sundance, My brother and I drove it for several years. It was a death trap, and one night after driving it home I walked in the house and remembered I forgot something in the car. I walked outside to find flames coming out from the hood. I told my brother to call the fire department and they came and put out the car. I had popped the hood when I saw the flames and the fire fighters were able to lift it and put out the flames. I sold it for $100 scrap. It was a car that worked for the time I had it, but I was glad to see it go.
I was also given a motorcycle for my 14th birthday. And I drove that all the time, until my dad shipped it to my brother living in the Dominican Republic at the time, where the customs agents promptly took it.