After an enormous limb from a Maple tree fell on it, I thought my 87 Chevy was toast. I fired it up and drove it out from under the limb.
It's on it's second motor, tranny, front and rear end. Many dents and dings, but only minor rust. Terrible gas mileage. It's loud, filthy, rides horrible and generally pisses me off on a regular basis.
But something in me just won't let it go. Perhaps because it fires up first time, every time.
