Murica.

An acquaintance’s family had two of these things and they were both just total garbage. We drove his 6 hours to Seattle and when it came time to head home I offered to drive, purely because he was a bad driver and it terrified me. I spent 10 minutes behind the wheel before I pulled off and convinced him to resume…

My mom’s first car was something she referred to as “ugly” she says it looked like a jelly-bean and thinks it was Italian. It was exceptionally unreliable so Italian fits.

While I don’t have my first car, a hand-me-down 1989 Audi 100 quattro 5-speed, I do still have the first car I bought and my first streetbike.