My first car was a Dodge Firenze. That may sound sporty, but trust me, it wasn't. It was bought cheaply, with the job of transporting a newborn daughter, and later young daughter and newborn son around, and it did the job just fine, but not with any delusions of elegance. I did like the fact that it was powder blue, and it had a tape player which played endless hours of Raffi, Fred Penner, and Sharon, Lois & Bram - all the children's music that the little ones enjoyed. 

Later on, the hatchback trunk refused to stay raised on its own, and we used a golf umbrella to prop it up while unloading groceries. Next in line was its ability to stay running at intersections - oh, the countless times we stalled partway through a crowded Toronto intersection, heart in mouth, horns blaring, it seemed, from every direction. Eventually we had to get rid of her as the repairs and the insurance were getting ridiculous for a car that was barely running and we used our feet and the bus/subway system for a year in the car's memory.