Hoo, boy...So here's the meme. Long answers or short.
1. What was your first car? Model, year, color, condition?
2. What adventures did you have in it, good or bad?
3. What happened to it, what's the end of the story?
My first vehicle was a 1985 GMC S-15 Jimmy that I nicknamed "Lurch" (for how it handled). Looked a little like this:
That looks to be a little newer, maybe early 1990s from the grill, but same idea. It was grey with dark grey interior, automatic transmission, four wheel drive, power windows. It had the 2.8L V6 motor - carburated, mind you - the same engine they put in the Cavalier! Oh, and it had a seven foot wide Fisher Plow on the front, too. Dad G. picked it up as a third vehicle right after I got my license, so technically it wasn't "mine", although I drove it 98% of the time - I figure it's close enough. It technically seated five, although I had as many as 11 in it on more than one occasion...
Adventures... Hoo, boy. I never killed anyone, so to the best of my knowledge the statute of limitations has expired on anything I may have done in this vehicle... One of the more memorable events happened on July 4th one year. A group of buddies and I had an annual thing where we'd road-trip up to New Hampshire (where fireworks are legal), drop a C-note or so on bottle rockets, roman candles, jumping jacks, M-80s, etc., and spend a good part of the rest of the day and evening trying to blow our digits off. We're driving back from NH with a car full of illegal fireworks, when someone starts tailgating us. You know where this is going, right?
Well, there's two guys sitting in the cargo area holding the bag. They goad me into popping the rear hatch with the push button in the glove box, at which point they both throw a lit brick of firecrackers out the back. The car that had been tailgating us locked up their brakes and went up on someone's lawn as several dozen firecrackers detonated underneath their oil pan. Good times, good times... We then proceeded to park down by the river and launch bottle rockets and roman candles at passing boaters - it looked a lot like the river scene from "Apocalypse Now"...
As for bad, well, that's easy: about a month after we got the Jimmy, I drove it into a brook. A mile from my high school. With a carload of friends behind me. I hit a smooth manhole cover, the front tires got on top of the water on the road, and I went straight as the road curved. I hit the guardrail that was supposed to keep vehicles out of the brook, it fell in instantly - years of erosion on the supports - and in the drink I went. I was very fortunate in that a teacher was two cars behind me and stated for both the responding police officer - and my dad - that I was NOT speeding or driving recklessly.
What happened to it was that it was a product of an American car company in the 1980s. It was poorly made, with planned obsolescence built right in. At maybe 75K it started developing significant engine issues - and was starting to rot out, as well. The plow and plow frame accelerated the wear, of course; I used to make a lot of beer money plowing out folks around town as well as practically every house on the street. Oh, and the plow was really good for knocking trash barrels about 30 feet up someone's lawn...
So that's my first car - what was yours?
That is all.