My 1st car was an Austin 7, soon to be renamed 'Mini'. number plate (I think I'm right) was FLN 15 or 15 FLN, it was a 750cc milkfloat (it was sloooooowwwww) until my godfather got his grubby mits on it and converted it into an MGB basher, ( you do remember them I hope) all the hooray Henries had one, sadly they soon found out where I lived and avoided any sprints from the lights
However it gave me my love of speed (yes I like breaking the speed limit) and with no plod about its easy.
My sister demolished that car for me by trying to see if it'd survive an excursion into a farmers field via a 5 bar gate (not one of those shite things made of balsa wood they hang in the Cotswolds these days). Sadly it didn't and she wound up in hospital with a ruptured spleen 2 broken legs and assorted other injuries. Good job really she'd have been killed by me for that).
Anyway I then decided that I'd have a better car, yep a Triumph Spitfire Mk3, 18 months old and another milkfloat until it was tweeked. I only had this for 9 months as I was moving and couldn't afford it in London.
Car 3 and without a doubt the best car I ever had {raised eye}another Triumph Spitfire{/raised eye} this was a Mk4 and was brand new. I spent more on this car than it cost (about twice as much), but it was a really scarey car. If you dumped the clutch and floored it it just went sideways. It took me a few months to work out how to use it which was hold it on the clutch at about 2k (yep 2 clutches a year) then slowley ease off until it reched about 20mph then you could let rip the reason being it was a wolf in sheeps clothing, it had the original wheels but with a slightly softer tyre and with over 200bhp on 155 tyres they used to just spin, very pretty with lots of smoke.
I eventually changed the wheels and the wheel arches had to be flaired. It had a Triumph 2.5 engine under the bonnet and with the weedy tank capacity it only used to do about 120 miles to the next refil.
So lets hear your car history (well the interesting bits)
..Mine was a 1964 Mini 850...540 VFC, hand painted in blue dulux gloss!! ...I used to impress the local lasses by tearing round a long right hander crossplies squeeling like a stuck pig ha ha....until one of the top balljoints gave up and I went straight into a lamp post...Mr plod came along and booked me for driving without due care!...and council made me pay for the feckin lamp post!!.. 
