'91 Pontiac Grand Prix, with 200,000 miles on it when I bought it. It was a boat, but decent on gas, surprisingly. I got it a week before I left for college and worked two jobs all that summer to buy it. (This was August, 2006). It was my baby and I drove all the time. It crapped out in late October because I was too broke for an oil change, and you can't let things like that go on an old car. The guy at Napa told me it would of gotten me around for a year or so more if I kept the old bitch up. I miss that girl. She was white and I named her Ma. Like Grandma.
My second, and current car, is a '93 Saturn SC1, named Cameo (because it is a deep purple color). The engine in it is brand new (will, ten months old), but the transmission is slipping, and I stopped driving it until I can pay to have it replaced. I am against the idea of financing vehicles, so I'm going to save until I can get it fixed. I love this car. It really fits my personality. The odometer is broken and there is something electrical bugged up, but DAMNIT, I'm keeping that little cutie pie around.