My first? I was seventeen - and she was a 1989 white ford escort hatchback with blue plush interior. The coup de grâce though was the pinstriping on the car. Bright ass teal and hot pink obnoxious pinstripes all along the sides - my friends in college used to tease that I needed ball fringe along the windshield.

It also had a sunroof that my first husband shattered in a fit of rage when I locked the keys in it - a serious problem considering it was summer in San Antonio, and the only replacement for it (an after-market product) was in Waco in a decrepit display in the storage of some "pimp my ride" place. The car got excellent gas mileage but it embarrassed the hell out of me.

Amazing, I am also a big VW fan even though I have never owned one, but it is a dream car of mine. Actually that is half true. I would start with a donor beetle, rip its skin off, upgrade the chassis & engine and bolt a classic 356 porsche speedster Kit like this one http://www.kitcar.com/KitCarsForSale/porspdstr-pacula-ca.jpg
even more amazing *cue Twilight Zone creepy music* 2nd car I purchased on my own was a cherry red "72" TR6. Talk about nostalgia for the days of cheap gas and no wife and kids! Like D.D. said "driving therapy" Although with that car it was more like 'sexual healing'. please excuse my piggish snorting, but I got laid more times because of that car than all my friends ever did when we were single. No lie. I would go through a fast food drive through and have a date for later that evening. So.CAL in the eighties, man! Anyway, cars? we were talking about? Even though I am a car dude with no capital I have owned a few interesting ones. First one My brother gave me when I was 16. A "65"Mercury Comet. One of the front wheels froze and snapped off while on the I-5 freeway and we left it there. just walked away. He had aquired it in a deal and had not bothered to change the title. 2 weeks after he had given it to me. I bought a piece of crap Opal Kadet when I was 18 then bought the TR6 at 19. That car died a sad death. A lady rushing her kid to the hospital with a broken leg, made a left turn into the hospital emergengy driveway at 45mph .unfortunately I happend to be passing that drive way at that same instant. boom. totaled my car. bruised my shoulder on the steering wheel and gave her kid and additional concussion to boot. I settled for just the car.They had a bunch of kids and a buisness and I didnt want to fuck up their lives even though I ended up losing my car, losing my job and needing an SR5 insurance filing for 5 MF'ing years. so what did I do with the insurance money? Buy a motorcycle of course.Haha out of the frying pan into the fire. It was a Honda CX500 shaft drive/water cooled.. nice. not as much chick action but man, that hair in the wind bugs on the teeth sure felt good. Sold that bike to my little brother and bought a yellow "59" Ford F-100 panel truck for $800. called it The BEAST. It was a nice tuck perfect mechanical condition but I was working construction and the job sites kept getting further and further, so my brother in law gave me a 60 something 3 door civic. the one with 2 squirrel drive. after that a series of toyota's then Married with children Camry wagon and Astro van et.. and finally...most recently I scored a Gold, mint condition "87" Audi 5000cs Turbo which I have named "Wicked Wanda" The best part about it is that I got it for $200 freaking dollars! whoohoo! driving therapy is back - only without the gratiutious sex and $4/gl gas. whohoo again.

I was going to do this as a comment, but it got out of hand - so see my blog post

been lucky here - learned on a '94 Acura Integra, Red, cute, fast, LOVED curvy roads, but an absolute grocery-cart magnet.
When that got totalled by an uninsured punk on a cell-phone, we got ourselves a 2003 VW Jetta. Dear lord, I love this car. It loves me back. Seriously, it makes me happy to get in and drive. I call it Ms. Piggy, and my green Vespa is Kermit (also sooooo much fun to drive). Hubby is talking about trading in for a mini-van now that our first kid is on the way, but I put my foot down. Iwon't trade it in until VW comes out with a hybrid/green car that drives just like mine.

1981 Ford Futura station wagon, Country Squire edition. That meant it had wood paneling on the sides and wood grain somethingorother on the dash. Dull yellow, with a cargo rack on top. I got it during my freshman year of college in 1989. That thing could hold everything I owned, which was useful.

It ended up needing about $800 in brake work, and I traded it in the summer after I graduated for my 1984 Pontiac 6000 STE, which I loved even more until the engine died in 1994, whereupon I got my first new car, 1994 Chevy Cavalier.

Hated that car from the day I got it to the day we traded it in on a Saturn.

Hmm.... where to start? My first (hand-me-down) was a 1977 Plymouth van, which I had to share for awhile with my brother. Big, but full of windows and surprisingly easy to manuever around for it's size. Maybe it was because I learned to drive in the thing and I got used to big vehicles early. I still have dreams about that van, but it was far from my favorite. My second (also a hand-me-down ex-family car) was a 1984 Mazda 626. Nothing special about it, but I drove all over California in it, from the high mountains to the low desert. Even took it offroad a few times. Had many friends and good times in that car, more than a few low times and sad times, and to date is the only car I ever got naughty in with my (future) wife (comfy sheepskin-covered seats!). After that came a 1994 Buick Skylark, which had an ugly pointy snout on it but I didn't care. First car I ever paid for all by myself. Rode great, handled great, and decent power. I like to call this time my maturing years, because most of my friends had moved on and I was trying to figure out what I wanted with my life. Ended up driving that car solo cross-country from California to Georgia where I ended up getting married and settling down. All cars after that were pretty much standard back-and-forth to work fare with nothing to really set them apart. If I were to choose one of those three cars as my favorite I'd probably pick the Mazda, since that's the car I probably did the most growing up in (in more ways than one).

I miss the days when gas was cheap and I could just get into my car and drive wherever, sometimes all day or all night. Many times when I felt low or depressed I'd do just that. Call it "driving therapy". Sometimes with a close buddy, occasionally with a close female (nonsexual) friend, often alone. With appropriate music depending on my mood, of course.

My first was a Chevrolet hatchback, some 1970's model, that literally sounded like it was winding up when it took off. I bought it for 50 bucks, but the fucking thing went through brakes like you wouldn't believe. It had a hole in the passenger floor, and after I lost a five dollar bill out of it my dad put a piece of wood in there. It was a cute little thing that couldn't go over 50 mph, but it was a piece.

After my first year in college, which I commuted to, and sick of sliding down the large hill on the way to school all winter, I sold that baby for, you guessed it, 50 bucks. My dad had found me a 1985 Mustang. Not a cool Mustang, but it was a step up from the Chevy. Ironically, Adam (whom I met shortly after I bought the car) drove a 1986 Mustang-same color as mine. It was fate. It lasted me into marriage, and one particular harsh winter when Adam and I were scrapping the 2 inches of ice off the hatch, the entire back window spiderwebbed then fell in. Luckily, as my dad is a total gearhead (thank GOD, he was able to go to the junk yard and find a hatch in the same model for 75 bucks. Too bad my car was red and the new hatch was black. The seat belt on the driver's side broke too, but dad once again came to the rescue. He bolted the thing onto the latch-not legal and certainly not safe. Oh well-we were poor newlyweds and proud of it.

That car went to my sister-sucka!!!-and we moved to a very sensible 1986 Ford Taurus. It was baby blue and ugly, but low miles and great condition. We drove that thing to death, literally, and as new parents we did the boring, partical thing-bought a minivan. A 1996 Dodge Caravan, which we still drive. I've always wanted to get it detailed with some bright orange flames and skulls, but hey, the kids come first, ya know?

Adam drives a little Saturn, which gets excellent gas mileage.

My dream car? Give me a kick ass muscle car. A 1972 Chevelle will do nicely, thank you very much. I would love to lay a few patches around town.

I haven't actually HAD a car of mine until recently. The first one was the POSmobile, which belonged to Evil Rob. It was a Mercury Cougar, I think. Anyway, after having its radiator replaced and several other major deals, at 148,000 miles it decided to get really smoky on a drive home and we called it quits. The most annoying thing about that was we called a group to donate it to, they told us to take off the license plates, and some twits stole the tires! Right out of the parking lot! Grr.

That one was replaced by Beef ("It's what's for driving.") Pontiac 4-door Sunfire. Great little car, got it paid off... and then I >encountered a hit-and-run driver. We got very annoyed with our insurance over that one as the amount they gave us wasn't even the Blue Book value.

We used the money on what will hopefully be the last car we'll buy for a while. Ford Freestyle, seats six, gets up to 25 miles to the gallon, and has a variable rate transmission (no shifting of gears at all, strange until you get used to it.) They've made it the Taurus X now, with a regular automatic transmission.

This is actually the first car to have MY name on it, which means we could use my insurance. One of the main selling points was its safety rating, which is good because not two months after we get it, we encounter another hit-and-run driver and discover that yes, it does deserve the safety rating. (I was sitting about 18 inches from the point of impact and didn't even get bruised.) My insurance was so much better— the only thing that didn't happen well was the model type was so new that the repair shop had difficulty getting the order numbers for the replacement parts!

P.S. Both hit-and-runners were caught and charged. Twit #2, in a big red truck that probably outweighed us by half a ton, was on his third DUI, which is automatic jail time. Oh, and it looks like we ripped out his oil pan. OUR car was still drivable.

I completely loved clicking the pictures of your dream car and then on to the Buick. Ooh! Ahh! Oh. Hee.

Like Statia, my first car was a 1989 Ford Tempo, but unlike her, I LOVED that car. Still do. Even though it was an automatic that regularly stalled (most often during left turns) and the doors took super human strength to open.

My grandpa found The Tempo for me (he believes everyone should have a car. You should see the cute little firefly he got my 6'2'' hockey player cousin) and sold it to me for $1 in my year off between boarding school and college. It gave me freedom. I was finally able to go and visit all of my friends who lived hours away without relying on the damn greyhound. In first year it was the official car of my floor. You'd be amazed at how many people can fit in to a little The Tempo.

Now that I'm done school and have left little college town for big city, I have parked The Tempo and take transit. I miss it so much, but I live too close to everything to even try justify driving. My plan is to donate The Tempo to the Kidney Foundation. I just have to get up the nerve to clean it out and call them. And feel my heart break. Oh The Tempo.

Red 1976 AMC Pacer. That outa give you a good laugh.

Jill

Hrm... I learned to drive in a 1988 Toyota Corolla Hatchback (like this one, only red). Then I "graduated" for a summer (the summer of 1995 - the summer between high school and college) to a 1983 Camry (again, like this except in white). When I was home from college on breaks, I drove either the Corolla or my mom's '95 camry (noticing a theme here? don't worry... it continues...).

Upon graduating from college in 1999 I purchased a very gently used 1988 Camry (see what I mean about the theme?) and drove it into the ground. It was towed away from our house bound for Kars4Kids about 9 months ago, actually. At that point it had about 100,000 miles on it, wouldn't reliably go into reverse, and had some crazy electrical problem that prevented it from doing optional functions like, oh, STARTING.

After the Camry went away, the primary vehicle for a while was a '95 Taurus wagon until it got a diagnosis of IMMINENT DOOM from our somewhat un-trustworthy (former) mechanics. So we bit the bullet this fall and bought an '08 Outback. And lo, our yuppification was complete. I love the car, though... it has some quirks but it has the cargo space we need, it has AWD (soooo useful in Buffalo winters - there were days this winter when we would have been trapped waiting for plows except that the Outback can climb right over snowdrifts without breaking a sweat), and there's room for 2 adults in the backseat with the car seat (important when it's our only vehicle and grandparents come to visit with some regularity).

That wasn't very amusing was it? Shall I tell you about how the back of the Corolla hatchback is an awesome makeout spot? Or about the "way back" in the Taurus?

My first car was a used Kia Sephia. It was a lovely purplish-blue color, which I had to admit was actually a factor in the decision to buy it. It had been repossesed, so it had a few scuff marks on it already. I remember excitedly driving it home from the car dealership with my dad in the passenger seat. As we pulled into the driveway, he reached forward to open the glovebox... and pulled the handle of it clean off! It was a sign of things to come.

It was always something with that car. One day I tried to back it out of the driveway but it was stuck. Turns out the wheel was actually rusted frozen on one side. There were at least 3 major recalls - major as in preventing seatbelt failure and spontaneous combustion. The brake light in the back on the driver's side occasionally worked and occasionally didn't (I actually got pulled over for it, only to have the cop realize it came back on while he was running my plates!) Towards the end, the check engine light was on almost constantly (no matter how many times I took it to the shop) and every other day it would get stuck in park. And then, the icing on the cake. The week before I was to sell it to buy a replacement? Some woman rearended it.

I do NOT miss that car.

My first car was a Toyota Corolla. My most memorable, in a bad way, was the Ford Pinto that my mom and stepdad foisted onto me one year. It got crappy mileage, it handled like barge, it was butt ugly and it was from the explodes-when-hit-in-the-rear vintage. Truly, a craptacular car that should have caused Ford management to collectively walk into the ocean.

I remember the first-and only- car that I bought brand new: a 1986 Chevy Spectrum. It got around 40 mpg in the city and lasted almost 12 years and 150k+ miles before the engine decided to put itself out to pasture. Best car that I ever had.

My first car was a fiat cinquecento:
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Possibly the smallest, least safe car in the world. But it was only £800 and easy to park.

I then graduated to a Ford Ka, followed by a Vauxhall Corsa, a Ford Focus, and now I am the owner of a beautiful Peugeot 307:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/alicejt/2113197102/
I love it (her?) to death but we've just moved to London and have no need for a car anymore. As much as I've resisted it, the car has to go.

My first car was a used '76 Toyota Corolla with vinyl seats and no A/C (a bad combination for South Carolina...but I was thrilled to have it!).

Ironically, 25+ years later, I'm driving another Corolla. I just got rid of my favorite vehicle, a '94 Ford F-150 extended cab, due to gas mileage (14.5 mpg). I loved that truck and miss it very much; but I feel smarter EVERY time I put gas in the Corolla. The Corolla will literally have paid for itself (in saved gas money) in about a year's time.

I'm still driving my first car. Well, the first one that was actually mine. I had to borrow my mom's car until I was in college.

No air conditioning in Texas? How did you survive? I lived in Texas, I know. We had two friends come and visit us when we lived there. They were from England (used to be my babysitter) and were doing the after graduation tour. They flew to California, bought a cheap car, drove across the US and sold it in New York. This car had no air conditioning and the windows wouldn't roll down. Personally, I am surprised that they actually lived through it. (They did stay at our house two days longer than they were planning to.)

My first was a 1976 Ford Maverick purchased for 1000 bucks. It was blue with a grimy, peeling white roof. It drank coolant like I drank beer in college, so two milk jugs full of water were necessary if I wanted to stay mobile for any length of time.
I now have a Honda Pilot which was a compromise instead of a minivan. It isn't good on gas, but I do like being up high. I still miss my Ford Mustang with a sunroof which met with a fiery death 1 month after I paid it off.

1989 Dodge Dynasty. I was so stoked that it had a tape player! It was ugly gray with ugly gray interior. It looked like a gradma car, but I didn't care. I had wheels!

The first car I bought on my own (without my parents co-signing) was a 2004 Nissan Xterra I bought in 2005. I loved that car! Remote start, satellite radio. Sweet. Had to sell her for the trip over here. I didn't think and SUV would fare well on these small British roads. It's crazy to see how many Americans (military) bring over their HUGE GMC Envoys and crap like that. A.) Where do they park them? and B.) How on earth to they afford GAS?!

My first car was a Vauxhall Nova that cost £600 and had so many problems with it!

I had to keep a slegdehammer in the boot to whack the rear wheels with to release the brakes as they stuck on if it had been parked for longer than 3hrs, the indicator stalk had a loose connection so if you indicated right at night, the headlights would go to full beam and blind anyone coming in the opposite direction, some previous owner had changed all the stickers labelling the dials and switches on the dashboard so there was a 'shower', 'hairdryer' etc instead of fans, hazard lights.

But I loved that car, I had it when I was at Uni and it would get me and my friends, pluc all our kit from Leeds to North Wales or the Lakes with kayaks on the roof and climbing kit in the boot with no problem.

I have a VW Golf now and I love it!! It is my dream car (even if it is a fairly basic model!) and depsite my husband's best efforts to get me to change it for something jazzier, convertible, faster....... I won't!!

The first one that was all mine was 1994 Ford Escort. It was brand new and I made payments on it for four years when I was in college and a bit after. It was not really pretty but it was reliable and I paid it off and was payment free for a good long while. Then we sold it when we moved to New York city.

After we moved to Connecticut and decided that being a one car family was not going to suit us any longer, I bought my Nissan Maxima, which I LOVED and only recently got rid of after we had Bridget. The lease was up anyway, and after a road trip with all of her crap told us quickly that we needed something with more space. So we got the Explorer. It's ok. The only reason we got it was because my dad works at a dealership and we got a killer deal on it. I wish he'd switch to a Volvo or VW dealership.... But no chance of that.

My very first car was a 1988 Subaru Justy in bright red. It was a stick shift (and I didn't know how to drive a manual) and did not have power steering. It looked like and was christened the Pregnant Rollerskate.

My least favorite car was actually my dream car. Since college, I have wanted a Mercedes. In my mind, a Mercedes meant I'd arrived. Got my Merc, silver with silver interior... absolutely gorgeous. Know what? I grew to despise that car with a level of hatred reserved only for my worst of the worst enemies. Sold it and was happy to see it go. My dream wasn't so grand once it was actually realized.

I learned to drive in a '55 Ford pickup that had been converted to a beach buggy. Big tires. No cover on the engine. Stick shift. From 13 on I drove that on the beach where we had a summer home. You learn to drive safely and carefully when one wrong move would result in the car getting stuck and the tide taking it. Happened to my brother. Didn't want to go there so I was extra careful.

The first street car I drove was my mom's Chevy Impala - flunked parallel parking three times. Only got my license because my H.S. driver's ed teacher took pitty on me and gave me a card that let me skip the parking test. Next I drove my mom's Chevy Malibu, briefly, then bought my own car.

My very first car was a white VW Beetle with an 'automatic' clutch. You took your foot of the gas and shifted - the clutch engaged by itself. I loved that car. Drove it from AZ to Southern California for my first two years of college. It was from back east and the bottom of it started (meaning the actual floor of the car) to fall apart because of rust. My brother helped me use Bondo and fiberglass to rebuild the floor over and over. My sister-in-law would listen to traffic reports every morning praying she didn't hear anything about a VW beetle obstructing traffic. One day, coming up the hill to our house, the bottom finally just fell off. It dragged all the way up the street, sparking all the way. My brother met me in the driveway and said 'sis, I think it's time'. I bought my first brand new car the next week - a blue Toyota Tercel hatchback which I loved. It was totaled in an accident (not my fault and I was fine, thank goodness) and replaced by a grey Hyundai. Crappy car. Got married and bought a Honda Accord. Replaced that with a new turbo, vapor blue new beetle which I drove until my then 'little boys' became teens. Now driving a mini van. Sold the bug to a couple from Oklahoma who flew to San Francisco to pick her up. She was a lot of fun but not a good car for a mom w/ young kids. The color was a limited edition and the couple had searched everywhere for an automatic with that color. They drove her home to their 16 old daughter.

We are planning to purchase a new car for me within the next six months and it will be a Hybrid Toyota Highlander. My hubby drives a hybrid Camry and loves it.

The first real car of my heart was a 67 Mustang, red interior, factory air (yes!) and orginal red paint. Unfortunately the engine had been rebuild and we eventually bought a Suburban because we had to tow the dam car so often, but I did look cool driving it. It left the showroom on August 17th, 1967, my 4th bithday so I knew it was karma, but eventually reality prevailed and I sold the car to another mustang lover who could keep her running and rebuild her sad engine. I did however keep the orginial owner's book, along with some great memories.

The first one that was wholly mine was a cast-off from Daddy; a 1956 Dodge 4-door sedan, a tank if there ever was one. No power steering or brakes either, I hoped to build up my pecs and biceps, but it didn't happen - I just got tired.

I am a veteran used-car buyer. first car was a japanese brand that is no more - datsun perhaps? bought for $500 in the early 80's, it was a mustard color, with totally oxidized paint. when I went around a tight turn, the stereo would favor the speaker on the outside of the turn, so sound sloshed from side to side. No recollection of what became of it. Next car was a lovely green with white trim honda civic 3-door, bought in the mid-80s. Liked that a lot, but I was a poor grad student and ended up selling it and taking the bus cause I couldn't afford the insurance. the next 3 (ford escort gt, acura integra, and toyota camry that I actually bought new) were all stolen at about their 3-year anniversaries (a story unto itself). next a mazda 626 that died a natural death, and now a volvo s40 that I rather like. I was never a "dream car" girl, and the thefts pretty effectively encouraged me away from attractive cars (thus the boring but reliable burgundy 626 - I contemplated getting a car wrapped in unappealing advertising - feminine products? adult incontinence supplies? embarassing itch?) As a city dweller, I'm drawn to fun driving but easily park-able cars (mini cooper), but for carting things around in a more rural setting I like the honda crv or the subaru forester...

1989 Ford Tempo. It was a hand me down. I hated that car. It was the only "used" car I ever owned. I replaced it with a brand new 97 Jetta, then a 99 Blazer, then an 01 Expedition (I had a small penis problem) and now my current love, my Volvo. If Volvo made a hybrid, I'd have a big fat orgasm. I'd love to get another one when I trade this in, or an Audi Q7.

I'm a luxury car kind of girl.

My first car was a 1978 3 door Honda Civic that my mother let me use during my senior year in high school (1985-1986). A California car, it had not done well in the Michigan winters and the gas tank ended up rusting through. I loved that car and, during one crazy day that I was running late, pushed it past the 110 mph mark (I still can't believe I ever did that since I was the only one in my driver's ed class that was told to speed up).
Upon graduating, my mother picked out a brand new vehicle for me and made the down payment. And that is how I ended up stuck with a brand new Yugo and the car payments associated with it....and the cost of keeping it running (about $2000 every couple years). After that it was back to used Hondas for me.
Which is why I am completely bemused when my son picked out his first car a week ago. Because driving a stick shift has unnerved him, I ended up getting him an automatic to practice in (he is 18 but no license yet). In addition to my little Honda, my apartment parking now holds the gigantic mass of a 1992 Lincoln Continental with power everything. It has got to be all the buttons as he is far from a gearhead but quite the gadget geek.

My first car, that was really really mine and not my parents' car that I shared with my sister was a silver 2dr honda civic. I loved everything about that little car and while I love the very practical honda cr-v that I have now, sometimes I still miss that little civic.

My first car was a 1965 Riley Elf. Truly the cutest car around, walnut dashboard, red leather interior and it looks like a mini with a boot out the back.

I sold it when I moved overseas and for a profit too! It got taken to Japan where it has been restored. I wish it could have been me restoring it.

I totally loved that car.

My first car was a purple on white VW micro-bus I got in my Jr. year of high school. I could fit loads of people into it and it was often packed. It was distinctive enough that one day I left the lights on, and after 1st period they announced that a car was in the student lot with it's lights on and then described my car. Between my class and the door to the school I probably had 50 people tell me that my headlights were on.

But the first car that I loved was a '69 Chevelle SS that I bought just after I graduated from high school. To this day, it's the fastest car I've ever driven. It took me a week to learn how to shift from 1st to 2nd gear without making the tires chirp.

I sold it because the girl I loved broke up with me. She hated the car, and I thought that if I sold the car she'd come back to me. She didn't, and that summer I lost my two first loves.

My first 3 cars in order, between 1992 and 1998: 1978 Bug (yellow), 1977 Super Beetle (orange), 1974 Super Beetle (red, totally restored). My love for the "tweety" engine knows no bounds. To this day, I will always miss the hole in the first two that was held together only by the carpet and a prayer in the back, and which would get unwitting back seat riders wet when it rained or I went over a big puddle. I still managed to get 5 lacrosse players in it one year, and go through the drive-through at Taco Bell, only to get stuck on the speed bump and have to have everyone unloaded so I could make it over. We recently had a Mini, but it just didn't five that same zesty feeling of "will I make it to my destination or not?" that those bugs had... I even had a book that I carried around in each one called "How to Fix Your Bug for the Compleat Idiot", which I was told had been written by a hippie on a commune in a desert somewhere. For each fix, it included a section which told you what items you needed on hand to fix it, which often included things like coat hangers and bubble gum (ok, I exaggerate, not sure about the gum, but the coat hangers for sure). When I moved to Buffalo for grad schol, I had to sell my restored Beetle because I wouldn't subject him to the salt on the roads. I cried as he was driven out of my driveway.

I too covet the Karmann Ghia. I met someone in London who was from Australia and she had driven past the same gorgeous one day after day, wishing it could be hers. One day for no good reason at all she stuck a note under the windscreen wiper suggesting the owner give her a call if they ever wanted to sell. Nearly two years later her Dad got a call and even though she was living in London at the time,she still bought it! I never pass a (parked) Karmann Ghia without leaving a note under the windscreen wipers and I still live in hope that one day that call will come for ME!

My first car was a red and white Mini, it wasn't a cooper or anything special, just a Mini 1000 which meant its engine was just larger than the average garden lawn mower, but my Dad rebuilt minis so we restored it together and when I FINALLY turned 18 halfway through my first year at Uni, I drove it back one holiday and I swear my popularity changed as a result of that gorgeous little car. We had many adventures and even though I moved onto bigger and faster cars, my little mini still lives at home with Mum and Dad and is very loved.

I'd so love to see you in that Karmann Ghia...
My first car was an 197something Ford Escort, much too heavy for it's small, tee tiny motor. For years after I drove Opel/Vauxhall, all the same boring kind of car the Ford was. Two BMW in the eighties, a 518 and a 323, followed by an ugly red Opel Kadett- well, rust never sleeps.
Today I have a 1994 VW Golf, and I absolutely love it. Not so much because of it's deluxe appearance, which is definitely lacking, but because it's fun to drive. A former boy friend once had a 1967 Renault 4, and every year there was a kind of moss growing around the windows. This moss bloomed in spring, tra la. Lots and lots of tiny white buds...