This ’71 MGB GT was abandoned in the garage of a house my father was renting out. So I claimed it,dragged it home, and it became (technically) my first car. It didn’t run, and it had serious cancer, in addition to being partially disassembled.
The fact that I was away at college at the time didn’t help, as far as restoring the thing went. Eventually, Dad asked me to get the thing out of his garage, and with nowhere to put it and no takers to my desperate newspaper ads, I finally had to junk it. The man from the junkyard showed up with a roll-back truck and handed me $50; I snuck around behind the garage and cried.