First one I had was a 1980 Mercury Bobcat. Yeah, Mercury's version of the Pinto. Wouldn't have been bad(other than the fact that the driver fender was dinged up), but second and third gear made the worst noise. It's a damn wonder the thing didn't leave me stranded. Got rid of it, got a 1980 Mercury Capri that had a faulty fuel pump. Needed to tank up at a half tank, and the turbo was disabled, but otherwise, it was a good car until I landed it driver side down in a guy's field.(Somewhere I've got the picture of it, not sure that I want to repost it or not.) Next one was a 76 Pinto, which considering the fact that I wouldn't originally drive one(otherwise, I could've had my dad's 78), I wound up not complaining. It held up pretty good, even after we replaced the radiator(because SOMEBODY had to be smart and jump a curb, leaving a crescent shaped dent in in :-[ ). At some point, I wound up with an '87 Nova, which one of my uncles took over during my short stint in the services. Got an 87 Dakota from said uncle, which while admittingly I might not have treated that well, I took better care of it than he did(turkey rode the brakes so bad they got replaced every 3 months. I got my hands on it, the only thing that got replaced on dear old Christine was the AC pump and the alternator.) Christine(as I called her) wasn't bad, held up to a wreck and other forms of abuse, but for a while, I owned an 82 Capri named Rio alongside Christine. Rio was an utter jinx; left me stranded lord knows how many times, kept smelling like gas for some reason, which I found out was due to a bad fuel filter. Given the fact that the sparkplug wires where starting to look like a Christmas tree when the car was running, it's a damn miracle the car didn't explode on me. And to top it off, when we sold her, the starter died. I dunno what I did to deserve that car, but damn. Though I hate to admit it, I'd still own her anyways(don't ask.) Last "bad" vehicle I had was an 81 Chevette, which my dad got in hopes that I could drive it around college. Bad idea; the carb kept stickin to the point where I effectively told my dad, "Forget it. I'm taking Christine to college, like it or not."(Long story why he wanted me to take the Chevette to college. Not worth getting into.) My next two vehicles weren't that bad, though my Nissan's clutch went out after a while, and I never got around to replacing it, not to mention all the nails that kept showing up in the tires; I think you could build a carrier with all of them. Deseri, OTOH, has actually been one of my better vehicles, and for that I'm glad.