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I'd have to throw it down to the '84 Ford Escort 4-door. White, a dark gray plaid cloth-and-vinyl interior, A/C (it helped to turn it off if you wanted to run uphill), 1.6L sewing-machine engine. I came to it after a bad experience with a '74 Volvo that burned up while I was driving it, saying, "No more foreign cars." Well, the Escort stranded me or cost me a big repair almost every year of the 6.5 years I owned it -- and my finances were very weak then, so each problem seemed bigger than it would today. Car died in the middle of a city street on a hot August day; timing belt broke as I got off the bridge at two a.m. outside a housing project; and more. Finally a tire went out. As I sweated to change it, I said, "This relationship is over."
Shopped that week and found a nice silver '89 Olds Cutlass coupe, very quick and comfortable, and it never stranded me. Literally, I never looked back.
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