When I was 16, I got my first job and I needed a car. I took every single one of the $980 I had saved over the years, and bought a gray '89 Chevy Celebrity V6 sedan. I loved that car and thought it was sweet, because I didn't know anything about cars and it's all I could afford. I don't recall doing any stupid ricer shit, but I would drive it around thinking I was a badass. It had headlight covers, Z26 rims, a Cherry Bomb muffler, and subs. I was very proud of that car.
When I was 18, I got a '92 Camaro RS 305 shortly after graduating high school. It wasn't fast and didn't look great, but I had wanted a Camaro since kindergarten and finally had one. Then I got a '91 S10 and got good at driving stick. After that I got a GTP which was the first nice car I'd ever owned, and the fastest. By the time I started modding it and wanting to take it to the track, I traded it. Now I'm on the hunt for another car again.
I have grown up a lot over the years. I've never cared about having the fastest or nicest car, but hopefully this spring I will finally have the car I've always wanted. I plan on going to the strip a couple times, but mostly I just want to enjoy what I have and be happy with it.