I had an old chevy fullsize truck. It had a big powerful engine in it (my mom called it the "knight rider engine") which my dad removed about 3 years before I started driving. Whatever he dropped in got me where I was going, and that was it

. Had a manual choke even.
Looking back it was the best car for me at the time. One day the roads were lightly covered in snow, I was a little late for school and was going too fast. I started to fishtail, ended up picking going into the wheat field instead of going into the 5 ft deep ditch. Bounced through the field, lost my spare tire, punched a small hole in the gas tank (nothing major, but you could always smell the gas till we patched it), but made it out no worse for wear.
When I went to college, my mom got another car and I got her oldsmobile, which I drive to this day. I really like it, even though it's like 17 years old. My dad is insistant on it being replaced, but I've always said I'd get something new after college. With me getting my PhD, he realizes it's going to another 6 years before I'm out of college, so he told me to write down what I wanted in a used car and give it to him. Apparently he's got a friend who deals in used cars, so he's going to try and get me a good deal on a blazer, then buy it for me and I'll just owe my parents the money (hey whats another 6 grand on top of my college debt to them...)