My first car was a 1970 Plymouth Fury III.
I got it in the late 70’s in the middle of the Oil Crisis. Cost $36.00 to fill the tank and it got about 10 miles to the gallon. It was a tank.
I loved that car.
My first car was a P.O.S. 1987 Ford Taurus. Putting aside all its other problems, it caught on fire on the day of my high school graduation – which inspired my parents to give me their '88 Thunderbird and buy themselves a new Sunfire. And man, did I LOVE that T-Bird…just gave it up last year, after 6 great years.
So it was my second car I loved.
Oh, man…gets me right where I live.
My dad had a '64 Chev Bel Air, 283, maroon, 4-door, but he had the 4 bbl/3-on-the-tree. That was the first car I drove with any regularity. Lemme tell ya, I dusted some 390 Fords and mid-range Mopars with that car.
The first car I ever owned was a '68 Ford Fairlane (aka Ford Failure). Nothing special at all.
My first car was a 1980 AMC Eagle, although technically I didn’t own it.
Did I love it? At first I want to say hell no, but then…I do suppose I had a bit of affection for it. So many things went wrong with it; it was quirky, to say the least. My friends dubbed it The Cockroach, because it was brown, dirty, ugly, and no matter what happened to it, it refused to die.
First car I actually owned outright was a 1974 Chevy Impala–The Beast. I hated that car, although as it was a surprise gift from my dad I kept mum about it. It was big, brown, reeeeeally big, a gas-guzzler, and BIG. Not a fan of that big.
Hmmm…
The first “car” that was semi-officially mine (my parents basically let me have it when my mom got a new car) was a 1978 GMC Pickup, sky blue with the little straight six cylinder, no A/C. Yes, I am from Mississippi, how’d you guess:p 
I loved that truck 9 months out of the year. It got okay mileage, was extremely dependable, reasonably fast and had plenty of room for my 6 foot 3 inch 300 pound body.
Last year I got my first official car (first one titled in my name on which I actually had to make the payments. I LOVE THIS CAR!!! It’s a 2000 Ford Focus 4-door. Bright, fire engine red, with every option but the CD player and the Zetec 4-cylinder. It’s got plenty of room, especially compared with the Cavalier I was driving before I got it. It’s no speed demon, but it gets around and it’s got a killer sound system, plus I absolutely love the color. It’s also fairly unique since you still don’t see a whole lot of focuses in my neck of the woods. That really matters since I’m a newspaper reporter in a medium sized town and on accident or crime scenes the officers recognize it immediately and don’t hassle me about being there.
1973 VW Beetle. The radio didn’t work and the horn honked whenever I made a right turn. Oh, and it backfired like an M-16 everytime I deaccelerated to a stop.
My first car was an '85 Dodge Lancer. I bought it in '97 and sold it in '98. I’m sort of hard on cars so I drove her into the ground in no time. I suppose it isn’t a terrible car but it cost me a fortune trying to keep it up. My second was a '98 civic which my brother recently totaled.
1986 Mazda 323. 1.3 litre but it kept me amused. Handled like a dog, understeer beyond belife, but it kept me on the roads (when many friends didn’t, some still have metal in their legs to prove it).
Did I love it, hell no, 2nd car was much more fun, a Citroen AX GT. If u’ve never heard of them they are 1.4 litre cars made out of tinfoil. Fast, fun and downright dangerous. Drive a nice Honda CRX now. Still have some fond memories of the Mazda tho (hell it always started in the middle of winter).
Merrin
I hope you sold it to a movie studio. They have to spend a lot of money to make a car do stuff like that!
Was also my dad’s first. I was given his 1974 Plymouth Road Runner which I am still working on getting ready for the street. Awesome car, and the sentimental value it holds for me precludes any stupid driving/recklessness that might occur on my part.
Besides, I have my Olds for daily driving.
1976 Plymouth “Feather” Duster. 225 Slant -six, 4 speed manual tranny, 2-door coupe. Yes I did/do love it. It is gone now. A tree jumped out in front of it.
So I memerized the VIN of my first car, so what.
1929 Model A Ford tudor - with peace-symbol radiator cap (which I still have)
hated to part…
Kids:
your 1[sup]ST[/sup] car should be approx 20years older than yourself - try it, you’ll like it - say a 1957 Chevy, '55-57 T-Bird, Bathtub Porsche, Split-window VW…
I can’t top that.
I did have an '88 Ford Escort, black, with rainbow “racing” stripes. His names were the Rainbowmobile, and Egon (he collected spores, molds, and fungus). The radio didn’t work until I got into town, when every station became the main country station. I didn’t use the radio. Good enough car, unless you live in the mountains, which I did… so most of the time I drove my mother’s Ford Explorer. And when Egon was in the shop, which was also pretty frequent, I’d drive my brother’s 78 El Camino (that’s the car I miss).
Egon did not love his drivers. Exactly a week after I started driving him, he blew a tire going around a curve, and I landed in a ditch halfway up a mountain at 7 in the morning.
(and of course I would accidentally hit post before I was done with the story…)
A year later, I loaned him to a friend. She hit a Chevy truck head on in the middle of the night. Thankfully she was mostly all right, but Egon didn’t make it. I think you can all imagine what happens when an Escort meets a large truck at highway speeds… the engine was in the passenger seat.
The Explorer was traded in for a Ford F150 after the brake pads snapped for the 4th (!) time, and the El Camino is now in the Great Junkyard in the Sky. 
1948 Pontiac bullet back - paid $200
Loved it until the transmission started acting up and I never could afford to fix it. Once you got going everything was fine.
1979 Chevy MonzaSpyder Hatchbackwith a 305 V8. I got it in 1980 and drove it until it caught fire in 1984. A mechanic had crimped a wire (tight confines under the hood) which eventually caused a spark and FLAMES. It was a great car first car but fell apart pretty quick and I was a meticulous owner.
My first car, Max, was a 1987 Mitsubishi Tredia. I got him in 1994, right before I started my sophomore year of college. I loved the freedom that car gave me, especially since my family lived out in the middle of nowhere. I can’t even guess how many trips I took in that car. He got me all the way through law school and beyond.
I don’t have Max anymore – he died three months ago tomorrow – but I still have lots of good memories of him.
Tinfoil? You wish!
An AX is mostly plastic, even. Which explains the awesome power-to-weight ratios they have, even with a 1.4. My first Pug 205 had the same engine, but an AX GT would beat it anyday of the week. VERY quick cars, and yeah, you don’t want to crash them. Scary thought.
The first car I ever drove was my Dad’s '55 Buick Century 2-door hardtop. What a ride!!
'55 was the year that Buick put the variable-pitch stator in the
Dynaflow transmission’s torque converter for faster acceleration at a standing start. It is my understading that this change finally made Buick competitive with Olds in the police market and that the '55 Century actually had a better 0-60 time than the “hot” car of its day, the Olds 88.
Although it was 12 years old at the time that I was learning to drive, the body didn’t rattle, the upholstery was in near-new condition, and it rode beautifully on the highway. It had a lot of body roll in the turns, but every big American boat built back then did. The only thing I wished it had was power steering (God, what a chore parallel parking was!!).
I was angry with Dad for months when he got rid of it without offering me the opportunity to make payments on it from my meager Mickey D’s checks. He said that I needed a gutless 6-cylinder Powerglide Chevy if I was going to make it through high school alive; that the Buick was"just too much car " for me.The realization that he was probably right didn’t make me any less pissed-off though.
I wish that I could afford a '55 Buick Century. I will definitely start looking the day Ed Mc Mahon finally shows up with my check.
Not to show my age/youth too obviously, but …
My first car was a consolation prize after my parents got a divorce. A 1985 Pontiac Fiero GT. Mid-engine V6 with a largely plastic body and 17-inch wheels. Black with silver ground effects. Man, that thing was squirrely. I drove the pee-pee out of it, right up until I wrecked it two years after I got it. I still think about buying one and rebuilding it. I miss that car … sniff.