My first car was a '76 Yamaha RD 350B.
As to an actual car, it was a '84 Subaru wagon, I believe. Hated it, but got it for next to nothing so put it on the road. Thing had the 'door open' alarm on full time. It lasted a whole two weeks or so before I attempted a badass e-brake powerslide onto a 90 degree right hander in about 6" of snow doing maybe 50 to impress myself. Nose made it dead center onto the side street, like something Steve McQueen would've done. Problem was rest of the car didn't stop sliding as I'd predicted and planned--until I smacked the curb broadside with both driver's side rims and wheels. Damn thing came very close to flipping sideways before crashing back down. Think I busted something connecting the wheel to the axle. Car no workee so good after that. Must've been that Godforsaken constant dinging noise made me temporarily lose my mind.
