All the way back when I was in high school a buddy of mine had a '72 Triumph Spitfire.

He'd gotten a deal on it because (rather unsurprisingly) it had suffered an electronics fire under the bonnet. It seemed like we'd spend 4 hours work on it to ride for half an hour.

I don't think the lights, turn indicators, wipers, and radio ever ALL worked at the same time

When it was running, it was oodles of fun though. Low enough you could lean over the door and touch the road, it cornered like a daemon!

Needless to say, the girls loved it. We'd ride down to the University and try to pick up college freshmen.

The low point was when it dropped the transmission whist we were on our way to a big Halloween party.