1986 Mitsubishi Mirage 3 door that my stepfather/mechanic sold me. The carburetor kept was acting up and was seemingly clogged. Of course, in a mechanic’s house I kept getting the “meh, it runs, I’ll get to it at some point.”

Spoiler alert: he didn’t.

During the 2nd week I owned it the car stalled about two blocks away from my house (I was 16). I tried to restart it multiple times to no avail. Defeated, I walked home to get help, and when I came back the car was engulfed in flames.

Come to think of it, that fucker may have been trying to kill me.