Grew up in Lancaster, a suburb of Buffalo, so I can relate OP.
My 1st car when I was 16 was a blue '74 Monte Carlo, with cancer of the left rear qtr panel, and the floorboards were replaced with sheet metal paneling when I got it for $600. At least the 350 in it was a solid runner, and it almost passed NYS Inspection, except for the one option it had on it - tilt steering, which needing a bushing replaced before it was OK'd for road use.
Replaced the "blue bomb" after a year for a 108k mile green w/white Landau half-top '79 Buick Regal. It was a Buick dealer owner's wife's car since new, and had been Ziebart'd. Very little rust as a result. That 301 (or was it a 307?) V8 was another solid engine - drove that Regal from the Great Lakes to the Rocky Mountains to look at colleges w/Dad in the summer of '87. It made it there and back without any mechanical issues, although we survived a brutal hail storm in Illinois on the way there (body sheet metal was thicker back then). Sold it before I left for college. Speaking of potholes, my HS gf would hassle me to let her drive the Regal. I remember getting annoyed with her driving technique, where she would use the hood ornament (remember those?) as a guide to line it up with the white boundry line on the road, to know she was "in the lane". Uh, yeah, but that typically put the right side tires in prime pothole territory. After a few hits to the suspension and the alignment settings, I broke her of that habit.
Although I moved-out of the area for college, I did return for a few years in my early career as an engineer to WNY. I adopted the "summer car" strategy used by many auto enthusiasts in the Rust Belt. I bought a new '93 Pontiac Grand Prix GTP and then stored it away for the winter, while using an '89 S10 Blazer (4WD) - had the 4.3L V6<!> - as the "winter car, er, truck". Fun times, especially driving through the "snow belt" south of Buffalo.