@blatham,
Laughing my head off. One of my sports cars was a TR3 (I'm not sure of the number). Took it right back to the person I bought it from as it started freaking out about two miles from their house. It was the guy I hired's daughter's car. They took it back. I had a nice white MGB GT very cool, used, except that while I and everyone else was going over the limit in Marina del Rey, the hood flipped up and bent over the windscreen and I had a scary move to the side of the fast road, vision being occluded; soon found by a policeman who wrenched down the hood and followed me home to make sure I got there (say, ten blocks). Sometime years before that there was my second Fiat, the red convertible (I'd actually had a new good Fiat sedan before that, but I'd sold it to buy a new Audi, which broke down near San Diego and had to be towed. And so on.
The cheap red Fiat 124 convertable, I loved it. It had a transmission leak that needed attention and got it. Meantime, it was swell to ride Topanga Canyon in, happy days. Sold it to buy a van, to carry paintings.
Hey, I always had buyers for my cars.
I'd have more money now if I'd been saner about cars.
I'll try to shut up now.
Trump and Sarah, Disney on Parade.
That may be mean re Disney.