My first car was a 73 Vega. It had been my brother’s, and it did start rusting the minute he drove it off the lot. The steel oil pan never stayed sealed with the aluminum engine block, so it leaked more oil than a BP well. For some reason they put an air conditioner on it. If you tried to run it and came to a stop light, you had to put it in neutral and give it some gas or the compressor would kill the engine. I actually got a girl to go on a date in that heap, and while going around a corner, the passnger door flew open, almost ejecting her. She declined to repeat the experience.
The second car was a 72 Ford Mustang Mach 1. Much better, except Mrs. Henkster hated it. She was glad when it was stolen while I was at a Cub game at Wrigley Field.
My wife and I had our first date in the back seat of a 73 Vega. My friend and her best friend were in the front.
We saw “The Godfather” and got in mild trouble because the movie was long and we got back to the Summer Retreat where we worked after curfew.
I had to see the manager the next day but he was really nice about it. It was a Southern Baptist retreat and they were more strict back then.
I had a 71 Mach 1. Got it when it was 3 yrs old. by 76 it was showing rust
Spring of 75, my 12 yr old brother smashed the farm pickup truck into a concrete draft horse water trough. While it was in the shop, my Mach 1 became the pickup during the day, going up and down the gravel roads to and from the various farm related jobs. I had to wash it every night before heading to town to impress the chicks. LOL