One morning riding the bus on my way to my high school, I spotted an old, but shiny, black 1940 Ford sedan for sale at a filling station. On the way home I stopped and inquired about it. Days later, I purchased it, but had no license to drive. An older licensed classmate of mine agreed to drive it the 5 miles to my home. A bit of a wild guy, as he drove off, he squealed the tires, and broke the drive shaft just blocks away from my home. So my first serious repair job was to make it driveable again, and once I did, I drove off happily with no major problems thereafter.