My first car, when I turned 16, was a 1969 baby blue Volkswagen Beetle. Oh what lovely times I had in that car. The poor thing stuck with me as I learned to drive a manual transmission, including crunching gears and faulty starts, but I learned the tricks of releasing the clutch and pressing on the gas pedal like a pro in no time flat.
That Volkswagen drove well in the snow and the desert. I took it to the ski slopes, the red rocks of Southern Utah, and to the "big cities" like Salt Lake and Las Vegas – what fun! Skipping classes, friends and I would “drag main” in our little Utah town which took around 10 minutes in heavy traffic. Or we'd drive along dirt roads in the fields and foothills to look at deer and other wildlife with the radio volume turned up and the windows down. Scared most of them away!