The first car I drove regularly was my Dad's old Mazda minivan -which he had ironically bought new after the divorce from my Mom-, because the guy was pushing me to buy it -cheap, just to understand the concept of money. I loved it, there were a lot of good memories attached to it, such as loading it with bikes and picnic fare to have fun with my brothers and sister, and would have taken it readily but my old man wouldn't let go of it. Anyways, it was good to learn how to drive in it, in spite of the fact that I got several bad habits from it, such as opening too much in curves. It was nicknamed the
Flintstones Car -among other names, my Dad was not much into maintenance-, since to start it or brake it you had to open the door and stick your foot out. Often you would park it somewhere and it would migrate on its own to a different spot...
Here it is the beauty:

So, the first car I bought was sold to me by my uncle the mechanic. It was a Daihatsu Charade 80, 4 doors, and he mentioned in passing it was souped up. Yep, it rapidly gained the moniker
Fitipaldi. Unfortunately, its good health did not last long, as one December day, I crashed exhausted on the sofa and left the keys on the table, which were taken by my brother, who promptly crashed my small car against a comparatively huge Mazda MPV. After that, it had a torque to the side and I couldn't afford all the repairs and straightening, so... 8181.

My second car was a lovely automatic, 4 door Nissan Sentra 87, called
The Pirate Taxi -we could load it up with 9 people and assorted shopping bags or beach supplies in the huge trunk. Awesome decorations, I bought it Looney Tunes spoilers and mats. It even had AC and it made my airport runs safer. Before that, my Taiwanese colleague, who owned a BMW, would trail behind me and the Charade until the end of the highway to see if I made it through -the car would often stall at the most inhospitable places. It was far more dangerous for him, as he could nearly fall asleep. Not anymore. My Nissan could race his car to the finish. Pity I had to sell it to pay for my second year here on the Island. I wasn't too kind to it, either, I crashed it against a telephone pole backing up and let it slide several times in my ol' country's steep hills.
