In college, I bought my sister's old truck once she moved on. It was a light blue Isuzu P'up 1.8 4cyl, 4 speed '86, I think. Being kind of a young jerk, I proceeded to beat on it. Literally, and figuratively. Some crappy seats mounted on 2X4s, spray painted tiger stripes, a wooden bed cover to increase mpgs, and a old trumpet case speaker box for a surprisingly good stereo. I eventually put some Chevy rally wheels on it with hand me down 215/75/15 rubber that refused to wear out, but ruined my gearing. I put a trash bag over my head, and a friend sprayed a white body outline on the front. To say it got the wrong kind of attention would be an understatement. Many adventures, and many miles ensued.
I had a roommate who was a bit jealous of some of my nocturnal activities, and ( I later surmised ), got back at me by dumping gravel down the oil hole in the valve cover (what do you call that, anyway-oil hole?). As near as I can tell, I drove it like that for some 5k miles, adding oil when it got low, but not changing it. Like I said, I was kind of a jerk at the time. Anywhoo, I eventually blew it up, dragged it home, and did a tear down. I found maybe a quart+ of gravel was in the oil pan-at first, I thought it was metal, but darned if all that gravel hadn't scrubbed everything pretty clean in there. So, a dingle-ball hone, new rings, new bearings-stock size, cheap header and supertrapp, my first porting job (gasket match, exhaust only), and skim a little off the head for a compression bump, and the thing ran STRONG-at least in comparison. Many more miles, doors rusting off, lending it to friends, and other debauchery ensued. I llent it to a friend who was driving it, and it just sort of disappeared. I don't know if it was tower, and scrapped, stolen, and joy ridden off a cliff, or what. It just sort of disappeared, but was still running strong the last time I saw it. I still love Isuzus.