My dad bought a 78 AMC Concord from his aunt's estate in the early 1980s. Quite possibly the biggest piece of shit to ever come off an American assembly line. It looked extra weird because my great aunt had put in aftermarket air conditioning so it had these Brown 2-in ducts running under the dash. My dad had a very blue collar job only a mile away from our house and got very dirty everyday so he wanted something that he just absolutely didn't care about. But then it became the car that my sisters and I relied on when we got our licenses. In 1991, I failed my first crack at my driving test. When the trooper was going through honk your horn turn on the windshield wipers turn on your turn signals Safety check asked me to put on the emergency brake and then release it. When I pulled the release handle down by my left knee, the entire handle ripped out of the dashboard. He failed me for an unsafe vehicle. Also, my father once asked me to replace one of the headlights. It had some kind of hex screw holding it in that I just could not break loose. So I leaned with all my weight on the butt end of the screwdriver and the whole housing broke loose and drove into the engine compartment. I didn't know how I was going to explain that one to my father but he couldn't have cared less, he just packed it in place with a bunch of folded up cardboard. We called it the White Knight. Also we had thick cardboard on the driver side floor because the floorboard was rusted through and you could see the street passing underneath you. Final indignation was that one of the rear doors would not stay closed so it had to be tied to the opposing interior door handle. The only way you could ride around with friends in the backseat is if you untied the door to open it, then re-tied it once you were inside so that there was a rope running across the tops of your knees