The first car that I ever drove that was "mine" was my parents' old avocado green Maverick. The first they ever bought me was a 1981 or 1982 base model Chevette. That ********er didn't even have a radio. I hated that car like poison - it broke down every couple of months and by the time I'd driven it two or three years, it was toast. (I was mostly bitter because for the same money they could have gotten me a really cute Datsun B210 but it was used and they wanted me to have a new car so it would be reliable. I think my dad didn't want to buy a Japanese car and he didn't want to admit it.) Anyway, I learned to drive a stick driving this home from the dealership. It was a two-door version of the car in this picture: The first car I bought myself was a cherry red 1985 Nissan Sentra. I loved that car.