First car was a 1965 Mustang. When I tried to sell it, the paperwork didn't match the VIN. Somehow the title slip from the DMV had a freakin' asterisk (one of these: ' * ') in place of one of the numbers on the VIN. Not the last one, but one about 2/3 the way through it. The VIN was xxxxxxx...784 but the title said xxxxxxx...*84. Even the [censored] junkyard wouldn't take the car - after I drove it into the ground. (Heck, I was 15 when I bought it!)
I used it for cutting torch practice and put it into the weekly garbage 50 Lbs. at a time. I kept the gas cap.