My first car.
It's the best car in the whole world. You know why?
Because it's my first car.
It's just a 1999 Toyota Camry. Fundamentally a slowpoke and fundamentally boring. That's fine. It's my first car.
Toyota's 1MZ-FE, known for its issue with oil sludge and its knock sensors spontaneously failing at around 100,000 miles, powers my Camry. It's got a fake Japanese front mounted license plate that I bought off eBay; which is offset for extra style points of course. It's got the front lip from a Honda Accord from two years later. It's got stock height and stock alloy wheels. It has dents and dings and a rather high mileage, because as a teenager, you tend to want to travel out of your state and see the world; and in my case, that happens a lot.
You tend to be an idiot with your first car. You do all the things you've wanted to do to any car you customized on Need for Speed Underground 2 because that was hip and cool. Thankfully for the lot of us, we've calmed down and realized that the Sexspec styling from 2004 doesn't exactly translate well to the real world and you'll get laughed at for it.
You still want to customize it, right? Try to act a little more mature. Lower it a little. Give it a lip. Maybe get some replica wheels because you're a broke teenager. Then be an idiot again and bring your Camry to a Subaru meetup. Yeah, that'll look good.
Blended right in the parking lot, never to be seen.
But you still love your Camry. Why? It's your first car. You grow an unexplained attachment to it even though it's fundamentally crap. You make sure you park it right outside your storefront window at work so you can stare at it and make sure it's okay.
It's fine. It's your first car. You baby it, then decide to throw it around some corners and rip the e-brake. You break the car, then baby it again. That's what happens with your first car. It's the weird experimental jazz-rock fusion era, at least for me. It's reliable (for the most part) and will let you travel to work and back and more. Personally I've been able to go to places I wouldn't be able to go to normally, made friends I wouldn't be able to see normally if it weren't for my car. The majority of my friends are two hours away, could you imagine if I had to ask my parents for a ride? They would reject outright. That's why you love your first car. It's okay, you don't need to ask your parents for a ride anymore, you have your first car and will drive to your friend's house. Don't worry about picking me up, I can drive home.
It's your first car.