My first car was this nasty thing. An 84 Cavalier wagon, pretty much just like this one.

I had it for less than a month when a guy ran a light and smashed into me. The car had 112 K miles on it. Insurance had my parents sign a paper saying that the odometer had not been tampered with, since it only read 12,000 miles ( there was no qualifier at that time that said if it had rolled over to 100,000+ miles). We ended up getting over $4,000 for a car that my dad paid $6400 for!
Since we had a couple of extra dollars, we ended up getting this fine piece of machinery (well, not this one, but very similar). A 1954 Dodge Panel truck.

It had been modified with conversion van seats in the front, and we supplied a couch in the back.
318 automatic with dual quad carbuerators on a high rise kit.
FAT (20 inchs wide)rear tires on Crager SS rims
The guy we bought it off of had it painted it a 1978 Porsche racing red (kind of orange red if you ask me).
The speedometer didn't work, nor did the gas gauge (neither of which is good if your a 16 year old with a lead foot and a kick ass fast 6000 pound vehicle!).
The guy that put the engine in was a moron, and ended up really damaging the frame when he did it, not to mention he used the original 6volt wiring (wires as big as...well, big wires). We only had it for about a year, and ended up getting rid of it because we just didn't have the time to spend fixing the major problems (frame). I do miss the fun times my friends and I had in there (as well as several good times with just me and my girlfriend).