My first car was an MG Midget. I bought it off my brother after he wrecked it. I searched high and low until I found a donor car (which turned out to be the Austin counterpart) and combined them into one working vehicle. It desperately needed head work (burnt valves) and so was a real dog, but it was still a blast to bomb around in (remember I was sixteen).
I got into a race with an Austin Mini Cooper S going through the Arboretum (a turn of the century park with narrow, tight-cornered roads). I couldn't keep up with him so I had to compensate by flying through the corners. I wiped out and ripped the steering wheel off in my hands.
I put the car back together and traded it for a van.