I was just thinking about one of the more interesting cars I've owned. I was in college and my poor 10+ year old Nissan truck got attacked and killed by a suicidal deer (he ran out in front of me, I swerved into the other lane, he spun around and ran back into the lane). I was looking for a car and didn't have much money. I found a 1979 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme. I have a soft spot for Olds, and this one was in good shape for being over 15 years old. The guy selling it had owned it since it was about 2 years old.
A friend of mine lived down the street from the guy selling the car, so when I was visiting one day, the son of the guy I bought the car from comes down to my friend's house and starts talking to me about the car. It turned out the dad had told him he could have the car when he got his license, but then sold it to me two years before he could drive. He asked if I would sell it back to him, so I said yes, thinking there was no way he would follow through on it. Over the next year or two, every time I saw him, he told me how he was working two jobs to build up money for the car. He finally called me one day and said he had cash in hand, so I sold it to him for about what I had paid for the car.
Of course, after taking his money and signing over the title, it dawned on my that I no longer had a car and needed on pronto. Thankfully, by this time, I had a full time job and was to actually buy a better car. That Olds was a lot of fun to drive, but wow did it drink gas.