MY (after driving around my mothers car for a few years) very first car was a 1988 Chev Beretta. A good friend of mine gave it to me when he bought a new one. The third person to own this car (after his mother and him) it came to me already in rickety shape and I did my very best to run it into the ground.
When I finally gave it back to him after about 3 more years of use it had 296,000 Kms on it, significant engine damage. Brakes shot, shocks shot, wheels creaping into baldness, cracked windshield, a a grey door where I had to replace it after an accident (not my fault). The interior lights would not shut off when you turned off the car, so the fuse had to be pulled lest the battery run dry. Lights that would only work in 'hi-beam' mode (though no one really noticed anyway) Turn signal indicator stick had broken off (not that the signals reliably worked anyway).
At one point it just got to be where I was replacing things too often so I just let them go. At one point, I did try to take care of it. But, things get old I guess.
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