My first new car was a aqua colored 1992 Ford Probe. I had hot pink stripes put on it, and I thought it was soooo cool! It had those automatic seatbelt things!
I got it when I was 15 as a Christmas present. I had my learner's permit, and I had it for 2 years, until my high school graduation present... a brand new red mustang convertible. I was 17, and crazy about it. I had it for 3 years, and it was replaced with a brand new anniversary edition mercury cougar. I was never crazy about the cougar. *lol*
Since then I have had a used Chrysler Sebring Convertible *hated it!* it broke down all the damn time, and now I have a brand new (in 06) Honda CR-V.
I was spoiled because my grandfather owned a small used car dealership, and knew all of the new car dealers. So I always kept nice cars, and he always had several new cars at his house for me to drive. *lmao*
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“All his life he tried to be a good person. Many times, however, he failed.
For after all, he was only human. He wasn't a dog.”
― Charles M. Schultz
Warning: The above post may be dripping in sarcasm and full of smartassedness.
I'm still driving my second Cougar, a '99 that I brought home in November of 2001. I'm still in love even with 132k miles. My first Cougar was a '93 XR7. It was a tank that saved my life, twice! I inherited that and my first baby, an '88 Thunderbird from my dad. I really miss my 'Bird 
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