Ohhh, man. I say this with the utmost affection: I had the most discolored, beat up 1988 Toyota Corolla wagon I had ever seen, and have yet to see one as bad. I didn't get my license until after high school and I needed something for the commute to University. My brother's girlfriend's friend was selling it for $500 so I was like, hell yeah, I'll take it. Apparently it was the family "everyone learn to drive" car. They actually called it the "loser cruiser" while I was giving them the cash, and the nickname stuck. It had rust, huge dents, different colors inside the dents, a cracked windshield, torn up seats and roof, and a few broken things in the interior.
But it was perfect car for a college kid living in SoCal. That car was a soldier. It lasted throughout my college years. And then one night when I was driving home the transmission busted.
Now I have a sleek 2011 Elantra. But I sometimes miss my Corolla. That is why I wrote a whole story about it. I loved that car. ]: