A silver E-reg 1L Mini Metro left in my grandma’s will to me and my younger brother. Actually went ok, you could fit a couple of bikes in the back, or lug four idiots and their stuff to a festival and back and only have to stop to cool the engine down occasionally. It only broke down once, but very memorably, when the wiring loom caught fire in the fast lane of the M1 filling the car with black smoke and nearly killing me, that was fun.
Still, I looked after that car carefully for two years before I left for university. Then my brother smashed it through a drystone wall and wrote it off, the little git.