Yep. It was sitting at a used farm implements dealer's lot not too far from where I grew up. I was 13 or so at the time, and convinced my dad to buy it and let me pay it back by the time I was 16 and could drive it. So, for $500, I ended up with a 1954 TR-2, the 321st one ever made. It was absolutely pounded. I think it had been raced at some point, and was bent in all directions, but that didn't stop me from driving it for a couple years. The top wouldn't stay on, so I drove it with the top off, no matter what. Rain, blizzards, it didn't matter. I loved that car and took it apart to restore it once and for all. Then I went to college and never had time or money to get back to it. It's in Kentucky now, still disassembled, but at least I know where it is. Not that there's any likelihood I'll ever own it again, but it makes me happy that it still exists.
Over the time I was working to pay for it and then driving it, I rebuilt the brakes, rebuilt the motor, replaced the clutch, rewired the ignition, and rebuilt the front suspension and steering gear. There was always the usual maintenance stuff, too, like dealing with a balky starter, tuning and retuning it, and scaring the living crap out of myself driving it sideways at times I really should have slowed down.