I went to check out a 67 Cougar sitting out in a field that was supposed to have a strong engine. The body was sitting down around the tires in the back. We got the old 289 fired up and decided to drive it home. The guy had a 4x4 post that was long enough to support both rusty rear fenders and we jacked up the body, strapped the post to the frame rails with coat hanger and set the body back down on it. It was getting dark and my buddy drove it back while I followed. 30 miles through the hollers with one headlight in the one wrecked fender, the other fender was gone. One door welded shut. One open manifold, the other with a 20 inch length of exhaust pipe. The things the young and reckless will do.