I inherited a 10-year old Chevy Chevette for college. My father had gotten it from a junk yard and fixed it up for my older sister. She eventually bought herself a new car a year or so before I graduated, so my father kept the car so I could take it to college. It needed repairs, so I didn't get to drive it until a couple of months before I left.
Tan exterior, dark blue vinyl interior with no air conditioning and I was moving to Florida for college. Within the first few months after I moved, the tailpipe broke and I wired it up myself until I could get it fixed. Windshield cracked, instrument panel stopped working one gauge at a time until they were all gone, rusted out hole on the driver-side floorboard that was covered up with an old license plate (I am told this is basically standard equipment in Chevettes

). One day, the clutch started slipping, but only once in a while and never for more than a second or two. Then it started slipping more often, including when I was trying to make a left turn across three lanes of traffic (there was a stop light and oncoming traffic was still far enough away that I probably would not have been t-boned, but it was still scary!) That's when I finally got to get rid of that Chevette!
When I was growing up, everyone's first car was a total hooptie.