The first car I ever test drove as a buy of my first car was a Jaguar 150 coupe. The clutch was bad, almost completely gone, and it fairly ragged out. I seem to remember they wanted $250 for it. My parents said no.
Next, it was an Aston Martin - rusted out rear floor pan - well worn. I think it was in the $300 range? Parents said no.
Next, it was a 1959 covette the guy had put a later 327 in - $1000. My parents said no.
Finally I got a yes to a 1963 Impala convertible with a 283 and 3 speed pirated in on the floor. Bought it for $300. Drove the heck out of it. Put baby moon hubcaps up front, just chrome lug nuts with black wheels on the back, and 2 straight 4 inch aluminum irrigation pipes after cherry bombs for the exhaust. Lost it for lack of $75 for towing when the tranny went out coming back from springbreak on S. Padre Island my senior year - break down in the middle of the KING ranch.
Has a few Brits (first bike a Norton "highriser", 79 TR6 with overdrive, Triumph Herald convertible, Berkeley mini car (4 wheel), but mostly it was heavy American iron muscle cars.
Imagine a complete, running but needs restoration Jaguar 150 coupe for $250? I believe other then their one-off customs, early racer cars and super exotics, the 150 coupe was the best of them all in a classic sense - though the XKE is timeless. I doubt any of our Jags now will ever obtain collector status.

 

If I were rich...

The "dream" cars:

http://www.hemmings.com/classifieds/...50/952140.html


http://www.seriouswheels.com/pics-19...ar-XK150-4.jpg

In 59, they cost $1500UK plus $600UK in taxes. The '61 (first above?) awesome.
Odd to think that my 05 XKR, fastest Jag that year, is only 20 mph faster than the fastest Jag in the late 50s. I guess that's Jaguar looking out for me to keep me from hurting myself.

 

I test drove a 90-something Viper coupe. GREAT ride but it was maroon with a tan interior. It was hideous to look at
Test drove an X-Type years ago, new, couldn't swallow the price.
That's about it...

 

maroon with a tan interior?

Maroon is the color I least like on a car.

 

+1. It was hideous.

 

Wasn't there someone selling a purple XKR with a red interior on eBay a while back? If I remember right they seemed to think that made it worth $20,000 more or something. Maybe it was a different model car.

 

The year was 1966, I was turning 16 and our neighbor had a 1956 Mecedes Gullwing slightly rusted, and he couldn't keep it running. He sold it for $400.00., but I was not interested in it. I was interested in the black 57 Chev. Coupe for $400.00 that my other neighbor had, to which my parents said no. They let me get a Volkswagon instead. and to top it off the Benz was Marroon.

 

One of my very first cars in the UK was a drivable Jaguar MKII of 1962 Metalic Blue with dark blue/black interior which I bought for $160 with a number plate 150NYA

The number plate alone nowadays in the UK sells for $8K to $16K

I was sad to see it go

The year of the purchase was 1974

 

I came close to buying a '79 Pontiac Trans Am 10th Anniversary with a 403 (6.6L) Olds V8 for my first car.
Like this:


My parents balked and I ended up with my Cougar.

 

In August 1967 I saw Ed Rahal (Bobby's uncle) race his D at an airstrip built to help shorten the recent unpleasantness in the south Georgia town of Vidaila. He almost beat a Shelby 350 GT in the 15-lap Sunday feature but warped the head. A few weeks later I saw it advertised in Autoweek for (you'd better sit down) $12,000. Unfortunately, the devil apparently didn't think my soul was worth that much and someone else got it. I met Ed 20 years later in Savannah, GA and he told me that an English museum had the serial numbers on either side of his old D and offered the new owner $1,000,000 for it not long after he'd bought it.
Frankly, I cannot believe anyone would even consider selling a D whenever it was and for whatever amount offered. Money is only paper but Ds had real soul. Plus every car guy in the world would envy you.
My first car was a 1960 Porsche Super Roadster which I bought for $1,200 in the dead of winter. It was heated in the summer and air conditioned in the winter. My father made me sell it for a pittance and before he died, I liked to hear him groan when I offered up the latest prices they were fetching.