Keith, with those cars -- someone might want what you've got and be willing to go to any lengths to get it! And, you'd have to fight them to keep it!
Ah, those 64 Comets and the 66 Mustangs! Fine cars! And, the one's that get all spiffed up are worth a few times more than what they cost new!
I can remember can when $3995 was a steep price for a new car! Now, they want $39,995 for a new car and where I live -- you can still find a fixer-up house for that much.
I can also remember when $450 was the max I'd go on a car. If they wouldn't come down to that price I'd leave it for someone else. Much better were the $300, and $150 cars. I'd buy those and tell everyone "Yep! I'm going to restore this to just like now and some day it'll be worth a lot of money!" And, people would say "well, why don't you spend $500 and not have to fix it up?"
They just didn't understand! I needed that extra money for drinking!
It got to where my thinking was when buying a car, "Let's see now? If I can get them down to my price... how much will that leave me for my drinking money?"
So, if it had a door w/ a different color or was missing a bumper -- that made perfect sense to me!
When I was in my teens -- I'd wonder why my buddies cars weren't all beat up like mine. Then, I discovered that it was because their Uncle's knew about Bondo!
Next, I was spending more on Bondo than I was for buying the car!
As I became a little older and wiser -- I was able to grow from just being a teenage drunk, to being a "functioning alcoholic." Which meant "I don't care how much the car costs -- how much will my payments be?" And, as long as the monthy payment wasn't over what I used to spend to buy one of the old cars -- I'd buy it! I figured "Well, if I spend $300 or $400 on a car and it lasts me for two months -- why not buy a nice car and offer to pay $300 a month. I know I'll probably be a month late on my payments -- so, it will all work out end the end!" So, the first question to the car salesman, before closing the deal, "How much time after my payment is due -- will they come to look for the car and repo it?"
When he'd look at me funny, I'd say something like: "Well! I want to do business w/ a reputable company and not some cheapster who's going to repo my car if I'm 5 minutes late bringing the payment in!" (That way I could make him feel guilty for questioning my wisdom!)
It seemed like people were always trying to make me feel guilty about something to get me to change and do something different, or even just to make me feel bad about myself. After a few shots of whiskey, I'd suddenly become the Guilt King! And, go back to get revenge on them and make them feel guilty about something!
The next morning, I'd wake up w/ a hangover and full of remorse, and guilt from the way I treated everyone the day before -- as everyone would tip-toe around me in a moment-of-silence as they passed me, hoping not to set off World War III with me.
Finally, when the booze was killing me -- I try AA to get some help. And, what do they tell me? "Well. You're going to have to go back and make amends to all those people you harmed while you were drinking?"
And, I'm thinking "Oh no! Church isn't even this bad! At least I can go there, get forgiven without doing anything other than saying a prayer! And, then I can make them feel guilty if they bring it up to me, by telling them 'Well, God forgave me. I guess you're better than God and not going to forgive me?' ."
And, with church -- I wouldn't even have to stop drinking!
Suddenly, I'd seem to remember... "Uh hello Dallas? Anyone home in your head this morning? The deal is that you WANT to STOP drinking, right?" --- "Ah phewy! Danged AA's get me over a barrel and make me do crap that makes no sense and God and the church wouldn't even make me do it! ... But, I have to do it so I don't take the next drink. Damn! That sucks!"