Who can forget their first car? The unique experiences you shared, the adventures, the mishaps, and the memories remain etched in your mind. Other cars may come and go, but the memory of your first car, with its distinct quirks and idiosyncrasies, rarely fades.

My first car, a 1972 powder-blue VW Beetle purchased for $900 with money I earned working the fishing docks of Long Island, wasn’t exactly a steal. The brakes were shot, and rust bubbled up from the tops of the fenders. The left rear hubcap had a nasty habit of spinning off on sharp turns. The heat worked well but didn’t switch off, making summer drives to college like commuting in a rolling sauna. But it had a hole in the floor under the driver’s seat that provided much-needed........

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