When my dad offered to help me buy a car, I looked at a lot of new models but they were all way out of our budget. Then I saw her: a classic Chevrolet Impala from the 70s. I was in love...My dad warned me against it, saying that old cars often broke down but I barely listened. I figured that since the Impala was cheaper than what we had budgeted for, I could use the extra cash for repairs, so it would all be sorted. Ha! Was I wrong. After three months, a window stopped winding up; then the heater went bust. Then the radiator blew. With the first niggle, I thought it was a small price to pay for a cool ride. But then I had to import parts, which doesn’t come cheap! After six months, the car felt like it was falling apart and the repairs had cost a fortune. When I tried to sell, no one wanted to pay even half what I had. Now I’m stuck with a pricey mistake. If only I’d listened to my dad...