I had two. My first car was a 1979 Honda Accord with pink interior. It ALWAYS broke down. And I kept dumping money into it because I'd think "Well, I've already put $500 into it, just this last $200 and it'll be fixed." "Well, I've already put $700 in it, just this last $900 and it'll be a good car." I was always walking. A few thousand later, I finally cut my losses and sold it.


Then I had a 1986 VW Cabriolet. It was convertible and sooo cute. And then it got stolen. I was in a streak of bad luck as it was. I was working as a waitress, and I looked out the window to see a guy driving away in my car. I broke down.

Well, lucky me, I got it back two months later. It'd been in a high speed chase with the police and GAWD knows what else. I don't remember all the mechanics to it...but it was never the same again. I remember always having to have my foot on the clutch, the gas, and the brake at the same time when I was at stops. It'd stall. It had electrical problems. The axel wound up being bent. The wheel fell off when I went over a railroad track to fast. It was a mess. I couldn't even sell it, it got junked.

*edit* Oh! And something funny about that. When they recovered the car, there was a backpack in it with really cute clothes. I kept a really cute shirt that was in there and wore it for years. That was 1996, this is 2004, so that shirt is 8 years old and I still have it. It has sentimental value, I can't throw it out for the life of me. lol. I like to think that I got over on the thieves because I stole their shirt. hehe.