Back when I had first started college, I came across this Subaru 360 sitting behind a body shop in rural Connecticut. It was love at first sight. The car was in several shades of primer because they had used it for practice, or something, but it was complete. I knew about microcars, but this was the first one I had seen in person and I had to have it. So, I made them an offer for it that today would be extraordinarily cheap, but then made them laugh at me like I was an idiot. I dragged it back to Boston in the back of a U-Haul truck, taught myself enough mechanical stuff to get it running, had a friend paint it, and it became my daily driver for 4 years of college much to the amusement of my friends and neighbors. That tiny car and I went everywhere, and it started me on an odyssey of buying forgotten and unloved little old cars that continues to this day.