re: My first car...
was a used and abused '59 English Ford.
I (accidentally) drove it into my girlfriend's boss's Cadillac after we had a fight at her place of employment, then I blew a head gasket on it while drag racing. After fixing it, I sold it to my cousin who promptly rolled it pulling out of a barbershop. It was a bad-luck machine.
However, its most aggravating characteristic was its electrical system. That's why the English drink warm beer, y'know, Lucas made their refrigerators. In fact, in those days, Mr Lucas was referred to in the UK as the Prince of Darkness.