I miss both my white coupe and my black hatch. my white coupe taught me a lot and I held onto it for years til I finally had no choice but to let it go. I really regret ever selling it.
my black hatch was just a part of me. It wasn't anything special. Hell, the a/c only worked for 2 weeks until the compressor blew up. I didn't have power steering because the line was busted. But the engine ran beautifully. I cried when I smacked the guard rail. It was like someone I held close to my heart just got hurt. She was a major pain in the ass at times, but I loved her. No other car I have ever had has had the soul that car had. That was "my" car. Everything else has just been the car I owned, or the car I was driving. Even with as busted as she was, I defended her to all end. It was like I didn't just own that car, it was more like I had a relationship with that car.