My
worst car was probably my 1962 Volvo Amazon, bought for £900 unseen on
Ebay and driven home from Reading to Wolverhampton. It'd have been a corker with a bit of money spent on it, but as it was I couldn't really afford to sort it out and it was a complete dog. I enjoyed my brief ownership of it, though, because it looked really cool and was a bit different. But it was hopeless for long journeys. Either that, or the knackered Renault 5 - based wheelchair van I bought to convert to a small camper. It leaked water into the footwells and the heater didn't work, with the result that before driving it in winter I had to remove about two inches of ice from under the pedals. One day in December I got into it when leaving work (having removed the ice and togged up in gloves and a woolly hat) when I suddenly thought "why am I driving this heap of shite?". I unlocked the office, fired up the computer, went on ebay and bought - there and then, unseen - a Saab 900, which was reliable and comfortable, but dull.
The Saab eventually failed it's MOT, and was replaced with my
best car yet, which was (inevitably) a Citroen 2CV. I've had a lot of 2CVs and they've all been great, but this one was really great. It was more rust than solid metal - when I eventually scrapped it I was able to fold most of the shell up by hand - and I had to rebuild the engine before it was reliable, but when the summer came and I removed the doors and knocked the windscreen out (by accident), it was great. Easily the most fun I've ever had on four wheels, driving that thing to work in a woolly hat, buff and goggles on the M50 every morning, rain or shine.