A buddy and I drove about 250 miles one-way to buy a 1962 Chevy SS hardtop; this, back in about 1994 or so. "Running and driving", the ad said. We had the absolute minimum tools with - a Leatherman, three screwdrivers, wrenches from 3/8" to 5/8", lineman pliers, dikes, and a hammer. We go to where this gem was located. Mind you, this is pre-Interwebz, where we had only four photographs and a description to go on. And it was a pretty nice car! Fluids check out. Tires have air. Glass is all good. The battery is five years old. Looks good to me! My friend pays the seller, and we are off. I'm driving his Duster, and he is in the SS.
Five miles down the road, the right-side muffler is dragging the ground. We stop and wire that up to the frame. One mile from the Interstate, the lower rad hose comes off at the water pump and spews coolant all over. The clamp is missing. We stop at the conveniently-locate O'Reillys, get what we need, and off we go. The car starts sputtering and quits. Gas gauge says a half-tank. The tank says otherwise. Time for gas! Off we go again. Just a few miles from OKC, a state trooper pulls him over, while I go up a half-mile to stop and wait. Says there is no tag on the car...what? The rear plate fell off the SS (plates stayed with the car in TX back then). He gets a ticket, despite the bill of sale and the title in the seller's name.
Home at last! It was a bit of an ordeal, but when you have a friend there with and share the pain, it really isn't all that bad to take a chance on picking up an old car and then drive it on home. He ended up detailing the hell out of the car, performed a tune-up on that 283, changed all the fluids, got new tires and wheels, and drove that for close to a year before selling it.
Fun days!!!