1969 Lincoln Continental. Suicide doors fucking rule. Hand-me-down from the 'rents. 10.8 mpg.
Mine was blue. Slightly underpowered, but amazing cornering and braking by '80s standards. It gave it's life to protect me and my pregnant wife in a 5-care smash up on an icy winter highway.
When the VW died, they gave me a check exactly big enough to buy a Dodge Shadow. Interestingly, it works out that a Dodge Shadow is pretty much exactly equal to a totaled VW Jetta in terms of fun-to-drive quotient, performance and reliability.
My not-yet-ex got a steal on a Volvo, so we ditched the Shadow and I inherited her Camry. Boooooooorrrrrring. And despite Toyota's reputation for quality, one of the least reliable cars I've every owned. Pretty much imploded at 89,000 miles.
'99 VW Passat. Aside from the wonky electronics, a great car. Came off second best in an encounter with a pickup truck.
2000 Passat. At 180,000 miles, this one is starting to show its age, with bits of trim falling off and some chronic oil leaks and suspension issues. College tuition limits my options, so it may have to soldier on for a bit. When the time comes,I'm probably going to downsize somewhat as I will be an empty nester soon. I think I'd rather buy a small, cheap daily driver and then get something stupid and fun for the weekends, like an old beater of a sports car. Depends on son #2's scholarships and how business goes, I guess.