One thing I've learned thanks to GMI: every car I wanted really badly when I was approaching driving age is now considered really crappy by most of my peers here.
So, allow me to tell you what they were, vs. what I actually got. I would also like to provide a vigorous defense of my tastes at the time, because, well, I want you all to like me!
I'd be interested to know what you folks considered to be the car you really wanted (
practically speaking, i.e. one that you could really have had), and what you ended up with.
In my case, keep in mind that I turned driving age in late 1984. There were a couple of cars I wanted really badly as my first car. Here they are in order of how badly I wanted them:
1. AMC Eagle Wagon 4x4
Come on, was there anything cooler than a personal-sized 4x4 like the Eagle? It was unique and beautiful to me. Still is. It also said "My compact may not be any bigger than your compact, but I've got all four wheels turnin' baby!".
2. Plymouth Reliant K
I'm not sure I can explain this one. I liked the personal size of the Reliant, but it was also a handsome car and it bespoke a maturity that I wanted to convey. I still think it's a good-looking little car, at least if you can find one in great condition. They sure didn't age well, though.
My dad hinted that he was going to buy one for me, so I even had a license plate all ready to go: "MY K CAR"...to quote Dennis Miller, "you know I got
my a** kicked in High School".
In the end, my dad didn't buy me one

. He couldn't make the deal he wanted, so I ended up with the hand-me-down: my mom's '76 Ford Granada.
I wasn't all that disappointed, though; in fact, I was quite proud of it once I took the keys. Like the Reliant, the Granada bespoke maturity, particularly sitting next to my friends' hand-me-down Toyotas and Datsuns. My Granada was white with a pretty red vinyl top. It had the Ghia package, so it had some nice luxury appointments that made it look like a Cadillac compared to cars my peers had. OTOH, it was still an old-fogey Granada, and mini trucks were all the rage anyway.
When I went to college, my dad bought me an '86 Nissan pick-up, and my dating life curiously improved. When I bought my own first car with my own money in 1990--it was a 1991 Camaro RS--my dating life improved that much more. Heck, I probably wouldn't be married today if it wasn't for that car. :blink:
...anyway, this is quickly turning into an autobiography, so I'll stop here. B)