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I've got several I regret. The worst would have to be my grandfather's 63 R-code Galaxie. He bought that thing brand new. Other cars came and went, but he always held on to that one. It was stored out at our farm, and once a month or so he would back it out of the shed, check everything over and take it for spin around the section. My uncle actually lived on the place and farmed it with my grandfather. Well, one night (this would have been about '89 or '90), my cousin snagged the keys and snuck it out for a little backroads hellraising. Ended up rolling her several times. He walked away, but the car was destroyed.