One of the most reliable cars I ever owned was when I was living in the bush, a little 1988 Camry wagon. It always started first time every time. You didn't even have to get in it, just reach through the window and turn the key.
I was beaten up and falling apart, I had a length of venetian blind cord hanging out the back of the tail gate to open it because the proper handle had rusted in place. The front windscreen was cracked but it couldn't be replaced because the bodywork surrounding it was all rusted out. You had to go over speed bumps very slowly and you could feel the whole body flex and twist as you went.
But it never once let me down. It was unregistered and uninsured of course but you can get away with that in the bush. The few times I had to drive it in to the city I blessed my autism, I spot patterns very quickly so I always knew when and where the police patrols were going to be.