1986 s10 pickup. My dad and I bought it wrecked for $100, bought a front end from the junkyard for $100 and he was a high school automotive teacher so he taught me and we fixed it together. Ended up with a 3/4 suspension drop, iroc wheels, rollpan and a cool black/chrome illusion paint job.
I was 13 when I got my hands on a 1953 Packard Caribbean a rusted out pile of junk. I paid 15 bucks for it, but the thing didn't run a lick, and the convertible top was full of holes. Then, one day while I was off at school, my mom called up the junkman and had him haul it away right out from under me. Even so, that beat-up heap was the very first car I ever worked on, and it’s what made me fall head over heels for junky automobiles and had to try to save them.
To this day, I have never owned a vehicle more than 35 or 40 years old. I simply cannot stand new vehicles; they have no character, no class, and no personality.
It was ghetto AF. I saved up & bought it for $800, plus a stereo for $150, then the next week I dropped another $800 on a Rockford Fosgate sound system which was just two 12" subs, a vented box, & a 1000watt Fosgate amp. I installed everything immediately thanks to my dad showing me how to do it. He taught me how to wire a stereo while I wired everything else. Ever since then I've installed sound systems in everything thanks to the knowledge he passed on to me. He only had to show me once
A little Datsun 1972 b110 which I bought through a loan, from the base bank. It was a small loan even then, since it was very much a used car. I believe $1,200.
Everything before that was motorcycles. The first I had to put together myself. Yet at least that was new.
A 1971 Mach1 Mustang with a 351 Windsor motor and a automatic transmission. I bought it myself for $500. The engine leaked oil so my best friend helped me pull the motor and rebuild it.
Dunno really. It had a Datsun 350 badge on it. But it wasn't one of those. It was probably bought from a wrecker. The driver would have filled it up with petrol in the city and prayed it got him far enough home. (The town is 800km away) You find shit boxes like it left on the side of the road. My brother bought of a guy, cost him $60 and an ounce bag of weed. He gave it to me for my 18th birthday.