This '67 Ford Anglia was the first car my dad bought when he got his first job as a carpenter. He was already seeing my mom (what a douche, right?) but lived with his parents, some 10 ml / 15 km from the nearest town.
The radiator kept leaking so he topped it with water. Not the best idea if the nights are around -5 F / -20 degrees Celsius. The block could've probably taken it, but one day when the car wouldn't start, dad and his brother tow-started it with a tractor. Icy water filled the cooling channels and the block cracked. Anglia had some other weaknesses, too, so he just left the bugger where it still is: in the woods behind his house of birth, in a very sparsely populated area in eastern Finland. Absolutely nothing there that'd vandalize the old car but the nature.
