Why is it your very first car is always special, even if it was a clunker?
One of my very favorite bits'o'Neil, "Long May You Run":
Mine was an old Honda Civic hatchback given to me by an aunt, silver-grey and almost as old as I was, maybe even a year older. Five speed transmission, manual choke, an FM adapter and cassette player run bolted under the dash and run through the AM. The sort of car that was indestructible until I destroyed her in a bang-up in high school. Good little car, though.
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It was a stick shift, and I didn't know the nuances of a diesel like letting the glow plugs warm up. So, every morning I had to point the car down the hill we lived on, and start it by rolling and popping the clutch. It got 63 miles to the gallon, and topped out at 70MPH. :)
I loved that car.
It wouldn't start at all in temperatures below zero, though, which was a problem in Iowa and Wisconsin.
Eventually the engine required work that cost about 4x the value of the car, so I gave it to my brother-in-law, who promised to fix it and promptly destroyed it on the drive back to his apartment. I guess it knew what was coming and committed suicide.
Emilio, K-Car of Destiny, RIP.
This was not the big Desoto, but the middle sized one. It was considered a family car.
Would have loved to have had that car with a stick, but it had pushbutton drive.
Two days before Christmas 1984 the Suburban was involved in a wintry crash, which shortened it by about a foot. Rebuilt. Eventually the transmission started losing gears and I couldn't find a replacement (!). Donated it to the Kidney Foundation.
Good vehicle. With Goodyear F32 snow radials on the rear, one almost didn't notice the lack of 4WD in the U.P. (grin)
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Of course, you're assuming my answer isn't "T-16 Skyhopper" or "covered wagon." :)
Drove that car until it dropped. Found out several years after I traded it that it was worth more with a blown engine and bad transmission than I'd got on the trade-in. Sigh.
Wish I still had that car. Double sigh.
Picture this: moving from New Mexico to Pennsylvania in a Prizm, with 2 people, 2 cats, and a then-80-lb dog.
It's been replaced by the substantially-larger Subaru Forester just in case.