First time a mile from home after a four hour drive. Broke a rocker at 30 mph. Called my brother for a tow.
Second time, after getting the rocker replaced, I was out rather late and broke another one. Slow speed failure again and just three miles this time. Couldn't get a tow so I secured the car and walked home. Brother tow again, first thing in the AM. Got the whole top end replaced after that. It obviously wasn't a "fluke" as the manufacurer insisted the first time.
On a side note; I later found two of the wires to the starter had been stripped by would be thieves. I guess they never found the kill switch and if they had they wouldn't have gotten far with a busted rocker arm. Still, it pisses you off. Next time I'll sleep with the car till sunrise.
Third time on Alligator Alley I found where the 'E' on the gas gauge really is.
Last time a friend was driving and hit a curb in the median. Blew out two low profile tires and bent both rims. No choice but a flat bed ride home.
Lesson learned...what good is one spare tire anyway.