One of the truths of life is that people who build cars from junk are always sure the car is fantastic. Another truth is that they're usually wrong. I say this having done some similar shenanigans.
I am so envious of people who can do that. My insight into doing it would be limited to (even though I can pretend otherwise) "OK now, the four wheels go at the bottom and then the car basically goes on top of them. Cool."
That works when you can arrange the time and place of the car's nonfunctional episodes. The learning experiences are when you're driving the car and something fails and now you have to diagnose and kludge to get home. (Which used to be a regular part of driving: in one of John Steinbeck's novels, the characters had to stop, pull the head off the engine, pull the intake and exhaust valves out, and regrind the valve seats in a rest stop so they could keep driving.)
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