Licensed in '82, and I was supposed to inherit a 1977 Subaru wagon my family owned, which was brown where there was paint left, rusty where there was rust left, and duct tape where the fenders needed to be held to the body. It ran great, though.
But a customer of my (local ace mechanic) dad went to him for advice when her Subaru died and he said "Well I suppose I could sell you MY Subaru..." "Subaru? I love Subarus!"
So he sold it to her for $800 and I bought a black '74 Super Beetle that didn't run for $150. My dad pumped the water out of the tank, put some paint thinner he had lying around in, and I was on my way. We later had to bolt sheet metal in where the floor pans used to be because they had rusted so badly there were no longer seat runners and driving through puddles meant everyone inside got soaked. We bolted the seat to the sides too. I drove it on retreads I ordered from Monkey Wards.
I replaced it two years later with a much nicer red '74 Super Beetle I picked up for $600. My dad cut up the first one and hauled it to the dump.
My 3 kids racing to meet me at the door at the end of the day after my 2 hour commute is special every single time. Doesn't matter what kind of a day I had, they make me feel special. That and Sudden Death OT in the Stanley Cup Playoffs like dMp said.......