Cars I have loved

I had a red 1965 Mustang in 1970... Yep - we moved that old Mustang from Mo to MA, and it just about rusted out.

We traded it in, (god help us!) on a Subaru wagon. That Subaru eventually had a weird wiring problem. We had moved back to MO, to the real country, and partly because of the metric tools needed to work on it, there was only one man who could keep her goin. But we often had to wait until he got out of jail (again) to fix it.
While in MA, we had a Volkswagen bus that my husband rebuilt. What that meant was that we had hundreds of parts, lying on newspaper, carefully labeled with masking tape - all over our basement, for more than a year.
Once I had a twelve-year-old Dodge Dart that I paid a hundred dollars for, added a few parts for about another hundred, and drove it for two years. Of course, when she went, she was a total loss...

My husband also bought an old fifty-something Volvo in hopes of restoring it. It too had huge rust voids, and the front seat on the passenger side had to be removed because the floor wasn't solid enough to hold it. You should have seen us driving around town, me nine months pregnant, in the back seat, no front seat, and my legs stretched out to avoid the rusty places.

Much later, there was the aptly named Blazer, which burst into flames by the side of the road one night. We were way in the country, and by the time the local volunteer firemen got there, the dashboard was melted and dripping. Now, I was in another car, and I actually had a fire extinguisher in that car, and we got it out, and tried to make it work. We had not, of course prepared for a fire by practicing with it, so you have to picture two of us, in the dark, by the side of the road, trying to read the instructions on the fire extinguisher by the light of the fire...
Ah, the cars we have loved...