Back in the mid 70's, when I was sporadically attending college, I picked up an old '63 Buick LeSabre for $35. It had the all aluminum 215 cid V-8. We put a thousand miles a week on it just bombing around. It was light, and the big boat of a chassis lent itself to what we came to call "Snowbanking". Going along the roads, the snowbanks would pile up, and I saw tracks leading into a few, and thought, I can get in further than that! Soon we were riding the tops of these 12' high snowbanks, and with a half a dozen drunk friends, we had a blast. Once in a while, someone would shovel out a driveway, so we would bounce down to street level, then back up we went, three wipes of the wipers, and we'd shout out, "We're in the clear!". Didn't matter what side of the road either, some old two lanes we went for one side to the other for hours on end.
The thing was, this engine had a slight water pump leak, and every morning, I'd bring out a box with 6 two liter Coke jugs full of water, and every night, empty the radiator out so as not to let it freeze. If we rode long enough, I knew I had at least five miles once the steam quit spewing before having to stop and refill the radiator. Took this old relic to Indiana, left in the middle of a March snowstorm. Somewhere in southern Wisconsin, got pulled over for doing 67 in a 55 zone, friends with paid my bail, and away we went, stopped in the middle of Chicago to try to take the elevators to the top of the Sears building, but promptly got chased out. Got to my brothers in Lafayette, Indiana, he hands me two 20 dollar bills and sez let's go get some beer. Fond memories. Drove my girlfriend crazy, she was always saying how we were wasting gas just driving around every night. Could not kill this motor.