Mine was a '76 Chevy Chevette, white with orange hood and Vega wheels, 4 speed. It was dependably undependable--it broke basically every Thursday, and took me until Monday to get fixed. Taught me a valuable lesson, though--any car can break, make sure you like the one you have enough to not mind fixing it.
Totalled it when a local furniture truck ran a stop sign 6 blocks from their warehouse and hit the passenger side fender. Blew the driver's front tire, pushed the battery into the alternator, and buckled the roof. No seatbelt--that's the last time I crack a windshield with my head until I get my telepathic powers... Amazingly, I sold the dead car for $125.
Second car was a '79 Civic. Interference motor--so the car was a paperweight when the timing belt let go on the highway after 10+ Michigan winters. Ironically, I was on the way to purchase an '89 Civic that had been, um, hit by a train.
Stock photo of the Chevette shown. Imagine a much rougher looking car.
