51 Kaiser. Given to me when I was 12, my first "car". Dad had bought it new, and flat wore it out, and never parted with it. I'd get all the plugs gapped just right, all the junk cleaned out of the carb, all the belts tight, point gap set, and then I'd put the battery in the little red wagon and haul it miles and miles (about 10 blocks) to Gusmus's bike/mower/car/you name it shop and get him to charge it up. Then I'd take the little red wagon back and haul that heavy sucker miles and miles uphill back home (yes, uphill both ways), and stuff it back in, and we'd go row-row-row-row-rowrrr rrr r, and I'd take the battery back out and haul it mile and miles, well you get it. Kept me out of trouble all summer. Finally got it to run, and did the victory dance for the first time. That night we had one hell of a thunderstorm, and an ancient oak bit the dust. Bisected the Kaiser fore and aft. But the bug had bitten...

Did you know that you could set the brakes on fire on a 55 DeSoto if it had a transplanted 392 hemi from a 58 Imperial???

Cosworth Vegas were relatively quick. And how the hell did you ever find a running Vega to drive with the stock motor? I don't think any lasted past 40k miles...