Agree with spoolinhard: Many years ago, too many to admit, the first car I bought (I was 17 with a decent paying job at a machine shop so my ma co-signed to let me buy it) was a '67 GTO vert all optioned. I kept it pristine then had a brain fart to sell it for another car. This hippie type from town bought it, why I'll never know, as he was obviously not a car guy. Some weeks later I spotted my old goat in a parking lot in town and had to do a triple take gawking at it wondering if that was my car. Ahh, it didn't look the same, dirty, ratty, and noticed the rear end caved in. I walked over to it and a girl was sitting in the passenger seat with her feet up on the dash; an evident habit as the dash was muddy. Trash was strewn about the interior. Just then the guy came back and without thinking reality, I said "What the **** did you do to my car?" He replied saying the obvious, it's not your car anymore. I replied "Christ when I sold you my car you could eat off the gas pedal." Maybe six months later I again spotted my old GTO this time in a dealer's junk lot. Front end was also caved in, windows open to the elements and smashed windshield. The dealer is a ionger story with a sordid legacy; but went in to see if I could buy it. WTF, they wanted $350 less than what I sold it for! I told them that but no budging and end of this story. I swore I'd never sell my car to anyone local again...