This will bop around a bit-it started a long time ago. My dad, being the ever loving cheapskate that he was, bought this car used in '65. It had a claimed original 300 miles on it, as apparently rolling it back wasn't real uncommon then. He then drove it until about '85. I came home from the hospital in it as a baby in 1980. He stopped driving it when he lost his job. Not knowing he'd have another job the following week and figuring he didn't need two cars, he pulled the insurance and let it sit. Sometime around '93 my mother got sick of seeing it in the driveway rotting away. What are you gonna do about the car? What are you gonna do about the car? Finally, in a moment of weakness he said alright, I'll sell it. This turned into "when you gonna sell it? When you gonna sell it?". I was 13 at the time, and wanted it. He sold it to me for a dollar. She didn't talk to him for over a month. Not one word.