First one I technically "owned" was a black 1989 Chevy stepside 4X4. I loved that truck. It was from a police auction, repo'd from a drug dealer.
I slapped a huge ass roll bar and 4 giant offroad lights on it and used to take it mud running all the time. It had the rubber floor so you could just hose it down and wipe it down with armor all and it looked like new again. It also had the 350 so I had trouble keeping tires on it due to all the burnouts I used to do.
Unfortunately one night when I got so drunk I was puking, I had to have a friend drive my truck home since he was "sober". He ended up driving right into a bush down a dead end road and I woke up to the sensation of the truck rolling through a ditch and ending up on its roof. (Thank god for the roll bar)
I guarantee I would have made it home even in my horrible condition. I shouldn't have let that fucker drive. Then he had the nerve to ask me to pay for the ambulance bill.
