My sister had a car. 

It was 1963 Ford Fairlane with four doors and a straight six engine. It must have never been garaged because the California sun had reduced the paint to a battleship grey primer looking color. You couldn't really say what color it had originally been.

A guy at the lab was moving and had offered my dad the car for $150. Dad said no. The day before the guy was moving dad offered him $25. The guy took it. Dad brought it home and we pulled the spark plugs. Three of them were totally carboned up. It had been running on three cylinders.

My sister pulled out the rotting ceiling of the car and replaced it with a CostPlus batik. Very hippy cool. She called the car Vyl because those were the letters on the license plate. 

Years later she went off to college and I got the car. I painted an ironic racing stripe on the hood and a stencil of John Lennon screaming on the drivers side door. Then I bolted a cassette player to the floor beneath the seat on the drivers side and put two Blaupunkt speakers on a wood board and covered them with a thin batik fabric and put them behind the back seat by the back window. I had a $150 stereo system in a $25 car.