Papaw gave me his '67 Beetle, which he purchased in 1970, for my 16th birthday. It is still my primary transportation in warmer months. When I blew out my left knee and couldn't drive a manual for a while, I got a 90-something Escort that was a nightmare. That thing was downright dangerous, so my Grandmother cosigned with me on a used, '98 S-10. It would have been a great vehicle if not for the trans. It constantly shifted between third and fourth - unless you were going up a hill, then it would hold fourth until it stalled. After a while, it also began slipping like a mofo, all the time. I decided I'd had my fill of used cars and purchased my Ion with 12 miles on the clock in '04 and have been perfectly happy ever since.