Datsun 240Z bought off a salvage lot for $201, "poor man's Jaguar," they called it. First thing, change the oil. Drain plug seized.
Had to use a squeeze-handled vacuum pump down the dipstick pipe. Pain in the patootie. "My, what a strong grip you have." Hands cramped up.
Found later oil drain plug was wrong thread, metric v English or vice-versa, don't know or care which, but previous wrecktician had forced it in and used two washers for sealing.
Chased threads with needle file. All OK then. Sorta. Still needed two washers, but torque-in-and-out-able thereafter.
Finally got it all running right, especially after I overhauled the SU carbs, but man, was that a fun car to drive. Had to watch the overheating, though. Later models had a bigger radiator. Commuted to Denver with it for a year or so. I was getting pretty dangerous with it. There was one traffic light on Fox just before an overpass and I used to chirp into second gear just under the overpass to hear the echoes.
Then there was the serpentine curves on Wewatta Street by the railroad tracks with a 25 speed limit.
Ha!
Satisfied my Inner Andretti.
Terry