Ah, my first car...got it in 1981, before I could even actually drive it. My dad sprung for it.
It was...(drumroll)...a screaming yellow 1976 Datsun B210 two-door. Yup, the famous "Honey Bee", except it didn't have the lame black "Honey Bee" graphics. It was just...yellow. Very yellow. Lemon yellow. And when it was clean, the driver's side door *almost* matched the rest of the car.
It wasn't a rustbucket, aside from a little body cancer starting up in the wheelwells--those '70s riceburners were hell for that. Mechanically it was very sound, with a 1300ish cc (I think) motor hooked to a four-speed transmission. No A/C, no power anything except brakes, black vinyl seats (and weren't THOSE wonderful in a hot Virginia summer), crap-ass AM/FM radio.
The thing had about 16 gerbilpower--OK, maybe more like 50-60 hp, whatever. I found a list a while back that had 0-60 times on it...B210 4-speed was good for 17+ seconds to 60, 21ish for the 1/4 mile. Whee. The curb weight on the registration was 1800 pounds. This thing was made out of fancy tinfoil--trust me, my SA was REAL good in that car. Most of the time, that is.
The B210 got me through my first year of driving, but tragically, in February 1983, I had a brainfart and pulled out in front of a Ford Courier pickup doing 40 mph. He clipped the front end, smashed the battery and radiator, put a "V" in the front bumper and moved it over a foot to the right, and shattered the headlights and grille. Amazingly, my dad got it fixed and back on the road, but sold it and got me a 1978 Datsun 510. Even more amazingly, I didn't get a scratch. (The 510's still running in my hometown...tough bastard of a car.)
First one I ever bought for myself was a brand-new '88 Toyota Celica GT-S coupe. Not a super-fast car (2.0L, 135 hp) but good-looking and fun. I traded it in on a '91 Eclipse GSX Turbo...now THAT thing kicked butt. 195 hp out of 2 liters, full-time AWD, it was a WRX 10 years before the WRX came out.
Now I drive a big wheezing Dodge Ram pickup. God bless the Amurrican pushrod V-8.

PS: I always wanted my best friend's first car...his parents' surplus '66 Fury III. Faded copper paint, 318 V8 4-bbl, pretty fair condition all around. You could park my B210 on the Fury's hood, just about. We used to joke that it'd seat 8 and sleep 6 (2 on each seat + 2 in the trunk). There was just something about that aircraft carrier of a car that I loved. Maybe it was the fact that (a) it had working A/C and (b) I didn't have to twist my fat bellybutton into a pretzel to fit in it.

PPS: I found this picture of a '76 B210 on the Web. Mine was much cuter. And yellower.
