Mine was my 1990 4Runner. My rusty, reliable, 4Runner. This guy has taken me to so many great places in my life, with so many great people. This was the first vehicle I owned that felt like it was supposed to be mine, like we belonged together. He now sits in my back yard; a parts truck for the new (also old) 4Runner. Though I don't drive it anymore, I still get to look at it, remember all the good times and become nostalgic and weep into my coffee like a sad sack.
I'd love to hear about everyone else's first love....tell me a story.