It's quite interesting to observe the effect that our first cars have on the rest of our motoring life.
My first car was a Morris Minor. It was gutless, almost brakeless, featureless & useless. It was also as rusty as hell, although all of that was removed by my stepfather.
That car convinced me to never touch another British car again, a decision that I have NEVER regretted.

I sold it to buy my second car, a 1933 Dodge Coupe. I loved it so much that over 40 years later, I still have it.
The buyer of my Morris succeded in rolling it as he turned into his driveway one day. A mercifull end to a waste of metal.

My first small Datsun came in 1980 & I loved it so much that I still have that too.