My first car was a 1987 Buick Century that belonged to my Dad. My parents figured that I needed a car (I was in college) so that I could get a job. I drove that car until it died. Gray on Gray, I kept it very clean and the body was in great shape but the engine started to have a few issues (100k+ miles). The only accident it was in.... I left my apartment building to go home for Thanksgiving break. I found the driver's side door crunched at the hinge - some stupid boy was backing out of the parking space & his friend had his door open. It caught my car and smooshed in the hinge - I couldn't open the door (a real pain as I was trying to sneak my cat out of the apartment building - pets wern't allowed). The good news was that two people saw it & left notes on my windshield with the make/model/color & LP#. I went to the police. They found the kid, he was sighted for hit-skip & his insurance coverd the damage. Poor Herbie, I was so sad.:cries: It died the night my fiance' bought the Jeep, but it ran enough to get it back to the dealer the next day to be traded in.