This got started, and a bunch of folks have chimed in; here's mine:
The first car that was actually mine was a '76 Ford Courier pickup. If you're not familiar with them, they were one of the first mini-trucks and looked like this
Mine was red. Four-speed manual, no a/c, good mileage, 1800cc engine(more on that in a bit). No amenities whatever unless you paid for options, and being nineteen... the only option I paid for was a heavy steel safety bumper in back, and it saved the rear end three times over the years.
I drove that thing from new off the lot to 1990. I carried everything from people to topsoil and gravel to trees to whatever else you can think of in it. Over those years I discovered that
The rustproofing on the body panels sucked; that became evident when my foot went through the floorboard about 1987.
They put two different engines in it that year, 1800 and 2000cc; guess which one they made fewer of?
The good thing was you could get to just about anything on it without needing ramps or a jack. Which was really good the time I had to replace the clutch slave cylinder while lying on the patch of driveway I'd cleared of snow.
The last repair I did on it was the little electronic box for the windshield wipers. Ford had NO parts for it, and I finally found one wrecked Courier in a salvage yard that still had that little piece in it. People drove the things until they either fell apart or were wrecked to badly that repair was hopeless, which made parts even worse to find; the big reason I moved on in 1990(with compounding personal factors). It badly needed a carb rebuild by that time, too. Part of the trouble was simply
No money left after bills
Maintenance I couldn't do myself didn't get done unless it wouldn't run; and it just kept running(with problems, sure, but it kept running). Yeah, it deserved better.
Let's see, total, in my life I've owned five four-wheel vehicles total and five motorcycles; until I thought about it didn't realize there'd been that many bikes.