Mine's more of a passed away than got away. My first car was a 72 Buick Skylark Custom, 2 door hardtop. had a 350-2bbl, automatic slushbox, and a lot of rust. Transmission went out at one point on my way home from Votech, but dad and I replaced the TH350 with a TH400 out of a junkyard GS. Eventually after being battered and worn, it finally wouldn't go like it used to. The frame rusted through, and at one point we jacket it up for something and the passenger door wouldn't open. My parents bought me a 78 Plymouth Volare to replace it. The Buick sat for a while until our neighbor who did some dirt track racing offered me $100 for what was left of it. I actually got it to jumpstart and fire, drove it over to the guys house and parked. It never moved another inch under it's own power after that. The guy had to get one of his wreckers and tow it on up into his yard. The Volare ended up being a zombie that hated me, but that's another story for another time. I WILL have another Skylark one day.