I once sold a '53 Ford F-100 in a fit of anger. About 6 months later, I saw my truck on the side of the road for sale again. I'd gotten over being pissed at the truck by then, so decided to stop and inquire about it.
Sometime in the 6 months, somebody had run the thing into a brick wall and bent the frame in 5 places. Then, they tore the frame almost in 1/2 trying to pull it straight.
With a tear in my eye, I climbed back into my car and went on my way without the truck.