Thank you all for your comments! I love the fact that we seem to all go back to different cars in our past. The memories that a simple comment can evoke.
My first vehicle was a soft top jeep CJ-5. The thing rusted out beneath me (literally!) First the window wiper box rusted off the windshield and I manually had to move the box back and forth to make the wipers work. When dad eventually found out he replaced the windshield.
Than the area around the ashtray rusted (dad smoked) and one morning I turned the corner and got dirty wet ashtray of water slopped onto my wool knee socks (private school uniforms) and walked around disgusted by the ick that was my sock.
Than the floorboard under my feet rusted away. I was careful where I stepped to get into the vehicle so I didn't step through it.
Why did I put up with all this? Cause wheels I didn't have to pay for and were available completely to me wasn't to be sneered at. Without them I might have been grounded to the house, have to buy my own or worse yet await my parents!
Happy Memories :)