Before I knew about or could afford snow tires, my almost-first-car was a (rear wheel drive) Triumph Spitfire with a floor that was rusting away, which I drove in Quebec year-round. The holes in the floor were perfect for getting rid of cigarettes, for getting just enough snow on my loafers and for that carbon monoxide “mellow” that was part of the zeitgeist. This was before “drifting” was a “thing:” When mastering 180s from black ice to the mushy stuff was a matter of life and death, and when EVERYTHING was beautiful.
I knew a guy who had an old 1970s Subaru that was like that (i.e. Swiss cheese floorboard).
Reminds me of the story of when my VW Karman Ghia’s starter went out.
It was midterm exams and I had to get to school. I found that if I parked it on a moderate incline, I could let it roll and pop the clutch and get it started. This work very well if I had plenty of room in front of me.
While on campus and driving through the parking area, I noticed some loading ramps for trains in the back dock area of an old abandoned building. Perfect! I backed my car up the ramp and parked it there.
It looked a little odd sitting out in the middle of an open area on top of the loading ramp. But I figured no one would notice.
Well they did... while walking back out to my car, I noticed a bunch of multi-colored flashing lights reflecting off of an adjacent building. I wondered???
Someone had called the police (three cop cars and a towing truck) and they were trying figure out how to get it off of the ramp. Luckily I caught them and stopped them. Anyway, they let me go after I explained my “starter story” and I replaced the starter that weekend after mid-terms.