A classic so good, that our family has two. This could probably be said to be
my "first car" in a sense, as I was carried in the back of my mother's MGB
roadster in a carry cot. As I got older, I would tell my mother to dip the
lights (blue light! blue light!) at night, when I saw a car coming. 
   And, when the car was in the garage, I'd sit in it, honking the horn and
flashing the lights. This probably has something to do with why I'm so
interested in the things today. And the source of my impatience for the
following ~8 years until I could learn to drive for myself. :)