Coulda, Shoulda, Woulda - The Ones That Got Away

The worst is one that I owned, put in the work to make it reliable, and just couldn't feasibly hold onto. My super clean '93 4Runner. That one is gonna haunt me for a while 

These two:

Worst part is that it wasn't not buying,  I actually owned both of them free and clear.  I bought the Alfa in 1966 when I graduated from college.  I inherited the Mustang when my father died in 1968.  Being just married and living in an apartment when my father died I had no place to keep an extra car.  So I sold them both, bought another car, and put the extra money in our "house fund".

Pretty much this exact car, circa 1990: 

I never physically saw it, but allegedly A.J. Foyt was on the title history.  30K on the clock and still smelled like a new car.  Unfortunately, I wasn't old enough to get the loan without a co-signer and my dad (perhaps wisely) said "no dice".