Ha ha, cool thread, OddBall.
My car history in a nutshell: '86 Corolla 1.3L (Yellow) was my first car and probably best friend for a while (no, not really, but I wanted to start strong cos this is going to get boring quick). That car taught me to drive, and we had some narrow escapes from disaster. I had it from age 15 to 25. Love that car, but its not 'the one'.
During that time also got a 73 (i think) Vauxhall Chevete 1.2L, which we 'rallied up' for the Undie 500. Basically: buy a car for under $500 (got her for under 100 and the throttle stuck open as we drove her away and the cabin filled up with smoke), mod/decorate it, and drive it on a 1000km pub crawl around the South Island of NZ. That girl just kept on going and going, rain, snow, ice, rallying, world's steepest street, bits fell off, other bits were wedged under the hood to keep her running, and she made it back to 200 metres from home (stopped for fish and chips) before she finally died. Love that car so much, only good memories and I'd buy one in a second if I found another, but it wasn't 'the one'.
Current car is a black 97 Audi A4 1.8T (i like small engines I guess) and it goes very well, very comfortable, very drivable, economical... it really isn't any fun to drive despite my best efforts.
The car love of my life was my '92 MR2 SW20 2L N/A. Bright Yellow. I was living back in NZ for about 4 months before I gave in and started looking for another car so that I could enjoy my weekends. My colleage asked me "what is your dream car?" (okay I can think of some supercars) and I said pretty much straight away: MR2. He found one right then and egged me on with "when else in your life will you be able to justify a 2 seater and be young enough to enjoy it", etc until I went and saw it. Bought it pretty cheap, fixed a couple of minor problems, and from then on I looked forward to driving that girl every single day. I have never had a possesion that was more of a pleasure to be around. I had some tough times that year, but that car was always something that was always under my control (okay, most of the time) and we shared some really great times, occaisonally at the limits of cohesion.
Quite why I love that car so dearly I'm not sure, but I think it is partly because it was one of the only things in my life that I've bought thinking 'this isn't really sensible but it feels so gratifying'. I'm usually very boring. I've also never been so proud of something either, I took a lot of flack for having a "bright yellow girls car" (one of the kinder comments) but it was a purely selfish possesion, I really didn't care. And of course the car drives very well and is quite exciting to take near the limit. I never had an accident, and the reputation of that model being a danger to everyone around it isn't fair at all.
Ahhh... I truly love that car.
I'm in the states now, and the car is sold, but I still think of it all the time, and if I can offer any advice it is:
1) MR2 is a great car - reliable, cheap for a MR, and fun!
2) Sometimes you should get something because you want
it, not because you should
get it. I never regretted it for a second.