Oh yeah...a 1967 Triumph Spitfire, got it in the summer of 1994 and put more miles on it during that warm summer that it had done in the ten years before that. Had just gotten my first job and had no summer holiday, but that didn't stop me from having a lot of fun. I even took it out for drives in my lunch break with a sandwich in my hand, it carried surfboards and firewood to the beach, carried a lot of young ladies on dates - I even chauffeured my grandmother around quite a bit, she really enjoyed arriving at social events in a loud little red sportscar. I even slept in it once which cannot be recommended...
Had it for 4,5 years during which it was slowly restored when funds would allow it, new soft top, new carpets, an engine overhaul, re-chromed bumper, a respray in a brighter shade of red...and then it was wrecked by an idiot in a Mercedes behind me who didn't keep his braking distance - SLAM-BAM!!! I suffered "only" a whiplash that I still can feel when it gets cold in the autumn, but my little car was a complete write-off. I kept the crappy stereo and the Nardi steering wheel and put both in the rusty hulk of a Triumph TR6 that I bought for the insurance money to start all over. But although the TR6 ended up as near concourse and perhaps was the best sports car I've ever owned (that will p*** off quite a lot of you I know, but I'll stick to my guns even though I love my 230 SL), it never really gave me the same feeling as my first car - the little red Spitfire called "Betty".