I had a 1971 Mazda Cosmo that I fixed after it had an interior fire. Took some time to find an interior, but I found a yard in Yonkers NY that had 2 of them in inventory. When it was finally done, my girlfriend at the time asked if she could take it for a Sunday ride. It apparently was too much car for her, because she rolled it over a half-hour later. Insurance wouldn't total the car, so I went back to the yard and bought the glass, 1 door, and the roof from the car that they had. Three months later, it was all put back together, and I advertised it for sale. A young girl was interested in the car, and she went for a bank loan. I priced it low because of its history, and the bank loan officer told her that the car had to be stolen. I got a visit from 2 state troopers asking about the car and why it was so cheap. I explained everything that had happened to the car, showed them all my paperwork, and they said that they wanted to take the car back to the barracks for a VIN inspection. I handed them the keys at 10 AM and they didn't come back till 4 PM. They even filled the tank when they brought it back. Then they told me that if she didn't buy the car, to call them, because they wanted to buy it. Later that week, a friend told me that he saw my car on the turnpike, being chased by 2 state police cars behind it, and there was one in front of it clearing traffic. That is when I realized why they like the car so much. If you knew how to drive, it was like a rocket ship with wheels. Only wish that I had kept that car.