My first car. 1972 RX2. This was back in 1983.
The ONLY good thing about it was the engine. The car had taken serious damage before my (clueless) father bought if for me with my money. The entire right side and hood were from the wreckers - still had the numbers on them. Idler arm was like a banana. The right sub-frame was detached from the body. A plate of steel had been bolted there to fix the problem, but did not. It had a savage pull to the left. I cooked the clutch after having it for only 1000 miles, and took it in to get looked at. I was told the chassis was kaput at that time - beyond economic repair. The mechanic told me that when he tugged on the wheel, the whole sub-frame was pulling away from the body.
Shifty sales yard - shifty roadworthy via that sales yard. Car was actually sold to me as a private sale as it belonged to a mate of the sales yard owner. Brake and reverse lights were shorted together when I got it, so clearly it hadn't passed any roadworthy, despite the paperwork. I traded it in. It probably went straight back to a wrecking yard.
In hindsight, it looked suspiciously like a car that was involved in a fatal accident around the corner from where I lived a year or two before I bought it, and the damaged areas matched. That car had hit another at a crossroads, and gone over onto its driver's side. The driver had gone through the windscreen.