My first car, bought in 1970 for $200, was a 1961 tomato soup red VW Karman Ghia. The last time I drove it was on the 401 highway by Newcastle, Ontario. I managed to get it to a garage and the fellow looked it over, said, "You know you have to change the oil in these things once in a while."
He gave me $30 for it and I hitched hiked back to Hamilton.
My second car, also $200, was a baby blue 1961 VW Beetle. Like the Ghia, it had no gas gauge. (well, that's not strictly true. There was a wooden dip stick) There was a reserve tank, but mine was seized open, so did no good. I ran out of gas a few times. Either the heater didn't work, or there was no heater, I can't recall, but it was mighty cold in the winter.
The last time I drove that car, I woke up in the hospital with a concussion, a broken collar bone and a punctured lung. I later talked to a school bus driver who came upon the scene of where I had driven the car into a gully beside the road. She said that I was standing on the side of the road and someone said, "Hop in and we'll drive you to the hospital." She said I answered, "Oh no, I've got my car." She said that my car was hardly recognisable as a VW.
My future father-in-law had his birthday during the month I was in the hospital, so I gave him the VW for his birthday. He sold the engine to a kid who was building a dune buggy.