I needed a car and this one was priced right. Everything worked...except the roof.
What's a little tree damage? Every time I got gas some redneck or policeman would approach me and ask "Did a Tree Fall on it?"
"Uh no, a squirrel did this with his nuts".
The owner would not release the title for a long time and when he did he had scribbled all over it with pen and the Department of Motor Vehicles would not accept the title. As a result insurance and inspection were right out.
It ran fine, was a nice shade of green and the interior were nice. If it snowed or rained (it does the latter her quite a bit) the trooper wasn't much fun.
It did get me around for many months until I finally sold it to be crushed. Oh, the memories.
Have you ever owned a POS type of Automobile but the memories were just too hard to let go of?