Remember your first car? Or, that junk heap that still holds a special place in your heart? Old car stories are great. If you agree, please post. Here's mine... I had an Blue '76 Chevy Chevette in the late 80s. Talk about a time bomb. When it backfired, which happened with each tap of the gas pedal, it sounded like a Howitzer. BAM! We're talking a deep, loud, heart-stopping, BAAAAAMMM! I loved that thing. No intact windows, no heat, rock hard vinyl upholstery, and it had a grapefruit-sized hole in the passenger's floorboard. Upon sustained acceleration, the car would fill with exhaust (that's why I never bothered to fix the busted windows). It lasted a little more than two years. A college buddy hand-painted those Flying Tiger teeth on the front of it near the end of its life. It had a GREAT stereo though...priorities. One day it backfired and the rear end caught on fire. It was a good way for her to check out. Shot down in flames. What a car!