s/o of sorts...what was your first car?

I actually didn't even own my own car. in my own name, until I was about 29 years old   

It was a black 1997 Ford F150 ... I had just gotten my first teaching job ... love trucks and still own one now  

Previous to that I drove my grandfather's car in high school, my mum's car after that, dh's cars (boyfriend at the time) after that ... ya, I was spoiled   

1985 Ford Escort

1982 Camaro

Ann

1974 Plymouth Gold Duster that was olive green with a white stripe!  I loved that car.  It had belonged to my mom and she died when I was 16.  That is when I started working after school so my Dad let me have it.  I had it for 5 years before I traded it for something else.  It was a great car!

I had a Ford Fairmont. Maybe a 1980, somewhere around there. The car was great for what i needed but dang I hated the color. It was gray with a black panel down the sides (long ways) so I felt like it was a skunk. It was really the only reason I got rid of that car. When you were 18 that was reason enough!

A 1987 Chevrolet Cavalier. Navy blue. I was a junior in high school, and we had just moved to SC.  I think my parents bought it for me so I wouldn't continue to sit around the house moping.  

It was a 1978 Honda Civic, 2 years old, red with black and white pin striping. It had an 8 track tape player. I bought it the summer I finished college. Iit was a bit of a lemon.

Love this thread.

1976 Toyota Celica GT - orange

Brand new two-toned Plymouth Sundance. I stayed home longer than normal and helped my mom take car of her mom that lived with us. She said that with the money saved from having granny at home, she would buy me a car.

I kept that car until 1996 when I was in an accident while 6 months pregnant with DD (other drivers fault). The car was totaled but luckily DD was ok and I was just a bit beat up.

She now uses my used PT Cruiser almost exclusively. I may get myself something else soon but right now I have limited personal use of a company car so that's working out for now.

Dh's first car was a new Honda Civic, probably in about '88. It was gold and he kept that until about 2000.

The first car that I drove as "mine" was an 83 Chevy Caprice Classic. It was a tank! But that was provided by my parents for any driving aged child in the house so I shared with my brother. The first car in my name was a 91 Ford Tempo. Powder blue and bought it from a nun who only drove it to school and church. I had it for a few years until I got my first teaching job and bought a 98 or 99 Saturn.

A 1974 Datsun B210 with illegal side pipes. The biggest piece of crap I have ever had. I used to say that Datsun had to change their name to Nissan to try to live down their crappy reputation. My grandfather gave my two brothers and me a used car for our 17th birthday. It started when my oldest brother turned 17. My grandfather couldn't drive due to severe arthritis. My grandmother used to drive him or he took taxis every where he went. Then, my grandmother became ill and could no longer drive so the solution was to give their car to my oldest brother and he drove him when he needed something at a time when he could not easily take a taxi. This started the used car at 17 tradition. He didn't want to give a car to one with giving one to my other brother and me.

I was the only one who could drive my Datsun because of all the issues. It practically lived in the shop. Each month when I would drive in, the service writer only had to confirm my phone number because he know my name and address by heart (before everything was computerized). I had to open the hood before I left the car because I was the only one who knew how to open it. Once they accidentally closed it and they had to call me to come open it again. It blew fuses like crazy even after having a new fuse box installed. I carried fuses and I got so good at changing them, I could do it without looking while driving down the road. So, all my lights could go out in my car and I could have a new fuse in it in less than a minute. There was a fuel filter issue they didn't seem to be able to fix. I could be driving and the car would just quit. I had to open the hood and pull this filter out of its holder, shake it up and then the car would start up again. Twice, driving down the road the hood flew up on me. This is what damaged the hood where I was the only one who could open it. It happened one. I had a new hood put on and it happened again. I didn't bother replacing it again. I had it where it latched down good and wouldn't fly up but I was the only one who could open it. There was so many more issues. Nobody could drive it but me. Anyone else would be stranded on the side of the road.

***ETA  I forgot to add..........the engine on this car had to be rebuilt at 45k miles.  

An '83 Buick Regal. My grandmother bought it for me in 1992. It had 30,000 miles and a single owner who pretty much just drove it to church on Sundays. It was army green and as big as a tank. I kept it until 1999.

She waited until I needed a car. I had just completed my freshman year of college and had a summer job at a camp. There were lots of us who didn't have cars yet freshman year.