Summer of '77 - I was young, and got this idea that I should dump my beloved '71 Toyota Corolla for a domestic. I bought a '71 Chev Biscayne, yellow, with a black vinyl interior, 250 CID inline-six, and Powerglide. In retrospect, it was almost certainly an ex-taxi, and the 80,000 indicated miles were likely only the tip of the iceberg.
I was driving on the highway a few days later and heard a hollow knocking noise which got louder and louder. I thought it was a lifter. Suddenly there was a bang and the engine quit. Needless to say the starter wouldn't budge the engine.
I bought a Sears rebuilt which was OK but I only kept the car another few months. It was plagued with the double whammy of no power and terrible gas mileage.