I had some pretty awful ones when I started driving. My first car in 1977 was a Riley Elf bought for £60. ( Remember? Like a Mini with a boot that stuck out). 1966 and I loved it - at first. Led Zep and Floyd were cranked up to 11 in it continuously. I got 9 people in it once going to a party. Should not have driven home but it was oh so different then..you wouldn't even dream of it today!
It always stopped when you went through a big puddle and the carpet in the passenger footwell was constantly wet. After a while I wondered why and lifted it. There were massive rusty holes in the floor with the road visible beneath! My mate was in the passenger seat one day and we came up to a level crossing just outside the village where we lived. As we bounced across the crossing my mate disappeared! The rusty floor gave way, his seat fell through the floor with the metal seat runners rubbing along the road with sparks flying everywhere! He was screaming with his head at my elbow level but he wasn't hurt at all, luckily. I managed to sell it for £20 the next day and I am told that the engine from it is still running today in a Mini Moke.
My second car was not much better. A Ford Cortina Mk2. I bought it from my friend Rory Byrne. He was a racing car designer working for a small time racing team back in '77, he went on to design all of Michael Schumacher's F1 cars for Benetton & Ferrari! A very wealthy chap now but obviously he saw me coming!
The steering was always vague. I used to drive to college in it on a Monday morning and home again on a Friday. It got worse and worse, eventually I had to spin the steering wheel a couple of times before it 'bit' and went the direction you wanted! One Friday night I did this, turned, but it gave up turning half way around a corner and I was facing a steep bank into the river Cam! A quick call to my brother and a replacement steering colum was in after a couple of hours. The splines had worn out at the bottom.
Crazy student days, no money, stupid risks. If my kids did it I'd kill 'em!