When I turned 18, my dad gave he his old 1992 Mazda 323. It was a pretty reliable little car. Other then the fact the muffler had some damage to it that made it sounds like it had an aftermarket muffler and got a ton of looks. But really it was a tiny 120hp car that survived many an adventure with a bunch of dumb teens doing dumb things.
I ''pimped out'' the audio system. Got one of the fancy new (at the time) mp3 cd deck. Got a couple 6x9 speakers installed on the doors. I then wired up an old 80s stereo house speaker and used that as my 'sub'. I found a bunch of old 4x6 speakers and nailed them to a 2x4 piece of wood, then nailed it on the roof of the inside of my car in the back. All in all, I had a 9 speaker 'system' and it all ran from my 50x4 watt deck. It actually got pretty banging!
What pissed me off the most about it was that in the last 2 weeks of it's life, I decided to max out my credit card and finally get the stupid muffler fixed. Cost me almost $1200 to have the whole exhaust system redone. 2 weeks later, a head gasket blew as I was driving through Woodbine. It looked like a smoke trail from a missile. Why couldn't this have happened 2 weeks earlier before I did those other repairs?!?
I didn't even try to sell the car. Just called the Kidney foundation who towed it for free. Got a $50 tax donation receipt, which equated to me getting back $5 on my tax refund. I just wanted to get rid of the thing and the Kidney foundation towed it for free.
Went out a couple weeks later and got a brand new car which I still have to this day.