My best bud in college had a '66 Impala with rotted out floors. But it was an always runner - meaning it always started and ran, when nobody else's would. When sitting in it, it was required to keep your legs and feet propped up on the sills and driveline tunnel, because literally, there were NO floors. We didn't care... we were college students. Mostly broke. Always happy. That car took us everywhere we wanted to go.