I used to drive a Jeep. It got so rusted out, on a few occasions I saw something I wanted on the road (bungie cord, screwdriver, etc) and I was able to straddle the object and reach through where the floor was supposed to be to pick it up. I pulled the body off and replaced it with a fiberglass tub.
I lost the brakes on that Jeep so often I lost count. The double reservoirs on top of the master cylinder meant nothing. If one wheel had a problem, the whole braking system went down.
I lost a rear wheel on that Jeep going around a corner. The two piece rear axle separated, and The wheel and larger portion of the axle crossed a bus stop where kids had been picked up a few minutes before, and crashed through a garage door. Luckily the garage was empty as the owner was preparing to tear it down.
But the reason I don't drive that vehicle today is because the plates that held the steering box to the frame buckled while I was going around a rotary in a Massachusetts city at noon on a weekday a few years ago. I completely lost steering. Nobody got hit, and I was able to stop and get towed OK (irritating a lot of people but not harming them), but it was so frightening I've not moved the Jeep since the tow truck dropped it in my driveway.
Sometimes I miss it, especially in the winter- I live in New Hampshire, and I loved being able to help people by pulling them out of the snow. I miss being able to go anywhere anytime. I don't miss living from one calamity to the next.
-Ed