The old Mercury Bobcat, I got it when I was 16, it was actually this paint scheme.
It was gutless, ugly, a hot chick repellent, one winter on the deerfoot the accelerator jammed to the floor and I was stuck at about 80 miles an hour which in that stupid car felt like warp speed. It handled like a brain dead dog. In the end it leaked and burned oil like a saudi states favorite client.
But it was mine.
I still remember once driving it on the icy roads one day and having it skid through the chainlink fence of the Calgary Herald building to gain its first battle scars.
I hated that car, but at the same time I loved it.