Jesus H.! My first car was a Ford Pinto, bought by my dad before my senior year in high school. Chicken-livered as I am, I didn't want a car as soon as I got my license (toward the end of my sophomore year--despite the distinction
). I didn't think I was ready for it. By senior year though, my mother deviled my father until he made up his mind and bought the Pinto, so I wouldn't have to ride the very smoke-filled city buses to and from school (smoked-filled buses: we're talking 1975 here).
Next up was an automatic Mustang II, again bought by my dad when I was in college. Had so damn much trouble with the ignition--doing 60 on an Interstate, the engine would just stop--stop!--I would never have a Ford again if they gave me one on a silver platter.
Then came a Chevrolet Chevette. Remember the Chevette?
Only brand-new vehicle I've ever had. Damn fine little car. Broke a fan belt once at high speed on an Interstate in Richmond, Virginia, but otherwise never gave us a bit of trouble. I would buy a Chevrolet again.
Hey, David, did you get yourself a police uniform to go with that Crown Vic?