My first car was a hand me down from my parents, a 1984 Audi 5000, 150K+ miles, inline 5 cylinder, 5 speed, biggest dog of a car I've driven, but very nice. Rode like a dream, but every little thing you can think of would break, door handles, sunroof motor, window motors, climate control, dash lights, etc. Nothing really mechanically ever went bad, but it was just the little things that would nickel and dime you to death. This isn't it, but it's identical, Sapphire Blue.
I kept it for about 5 months, then my parents bought me my first car that was really "mine", a 1989 Pontiac Grand Prix LE, 2 door, 2.8 V6. I absolutely loved that car and treated it like my first born. I still have a blown up picture of it in my garage to this day. I sold it and the kid got rear ended shortly afterward and it was totaled, made me sick.
