1955 Austin A30 which I acquired for free in 1978 from my younger sister (I was a student, she had a job) when it failed the MOT. I blagged some benchspace in a local garage where I learnt how to use an adjustable reamer to fit replacement kingpins.
It was this colour grey (but not this actual car). And small. And ooooooooh so slow ! A couple of summers later I took my then girlfriend all the way to Edinburgh in it. And four (yes, really) passengers down to Stonehenge on a whim one midsummer’s night. It eventually died of engine failure (big end) on the A1 at Baldock. A mate towed it back to Oxford with me at the wheel. I swear it went faster on that journey, dead, than it ever did when it was alive.
Its slowness taught me courtesy though. Even now if I find myself in someone’s way on a country road I pull over and let them past.