My first car was a free departing gift from S/L Jahanzeb . He was doing his post doc in Cleveland and a night before leaving he offered me his old Tarcel.
I was so excited and just ran to pick up keys from him and got in MY first car. It was a really cold night and the first sign of trouble was that the heater was spitting out cold air.
Me and my buddy Mohsin were like no problem we will get it fixed.
next it was standard and I knew very little about driving standard. Somehow we managed and got on the highway.
soon certain parts of my body froze completely and I realized there is a cold draft coming from under my feet area. I looked down while driving and to my horror I realized that I was stairing at the highway road.... there were huge holes at the bottom.
I was now really scared that if I took my feet off pedals I might touch the highway and loose my feet.
somehow we made it home and placed a thick cardboard to cover those holes.
The next morning our 85 year old Italian land lord started banging on my door.
Apparently the car leaked oil on his drive way and he was furious. I was like shit who is going to clean this. Some how I managed.
My neighbour suggested that I take the plates off and leave the car on the road side and our brothers will strip and steal it.
I prefer to end my story here.... the car was found abandoned on the side of the highway ...