In college I saw a '71 Roadrunner for sale and knew I needed to get that car. When I went back, it was already sold. Fast forward 1 year, and I was delivering bakery products and saw it in a parking lot for sale. I did not have enough money for the asking price, but offered all I had, which was close, and got my dream car. Soon I made the mistake of getting married at such a young age, and ended up "having" to sell the car and my motorcycle. Fast forward a year and a half and I got divorced and spent the next 15 years trying to get my car back. I was one of the lucky ones, he took better care of the car than I would.