When I finally passed my driving test on the fifth (Or was it the sixth? I forget.) try, Mom and Dad got me my own vintage German sweetie. We were the perfect match--both petite, curvy and a little quirky.
Unfortunately, like most high school relationships, ours came to a premature crashing halt.
Sometimes I wonder what might have been...
What was your first fahrfegnugen? Did it end amicably or in an ugly smash-up?