I picked up my 66 convertible last summer, thinking I just had to do a few things to make it roadworthy and then find a nice body shop sometime down the road. Boy was I wrong! Every time I go to work on something, I find stuff that the previous owner had half assed:
Completely redid the interior.
Replaced the convertible top. (ended up having to replace all the hydraulics too)
Put door handles in the door (the previous owner had 'shaved" them, don't ask me why) and had to get all the associated parts for that.
I ended up completely rewiring the car after finding electrical faults.
A rear
suspension job turned into a full
suspension replacement, including replacing the front spindles and brakes and the brake lines.
The job I'm currently doing was originally to replace the engine plate (it had one for an auto tranny in it. So far I've replaced the bell housing, clutch, updated to a cable (the old linkage literally fell out in pieces) and now replacing the exhaust.
It's amazing the kind of things you find when you get into something.
The wife was expecting to drive it sometime last spring, but now she has to wait longer. But she also found out that she tries to impose a dead line on me, I stop working on the car.
Every job I've done on it, I usually sit there and curse the previous owner at some point, when I get frustrated and ready to throw some tools around, I just stop working, dig through these forums and start up again next weekend. But every time I finish some part of it, I do feel good that it's done and have a sense of accomplishment.
One of these days I'll be done. Then she will get to drive it because it's 'her' car.