The best first car...I thought....

I didn't receive my first car until I was eighteen. It was a 1986 gold Chevy celebrity, four door sedan. At first, I thought it was the perfect car. It was large, so it could hold all of my friends and my stuff. It accelerated wonderfully, it wasn't a gas guzzler, and the mileage wasn't that bad. It had been owned by a little old couple that literally only took it out on Sundays. I drove it everywhere, to work, to school, to the mall, to gigs, everywhere. For the first three months, things were okay. The tape player and air conditioning didn't work, but that was fine, I could live without those. But after three months, the whole transmission fell right out. Luckily, my parents happened to be with me when it happened, so I didn't freak out too bad. It cost me over $1000 to fix my transmissions, but since it was my only form of transportation, I was willing to dish it out. After that, the car wasn't the same. Sometimes I would have trouble starting it, other times the radio would go in and out. Then, six months after I had bought the car, in the middle of the busiest road in Winston-Salem, my car just stopped. Later on, after having the police push it to the side of the road, having it towed and looked at, we learned that the gas pump had a crack in it a good four inches long and my starter was almost burnt out. I replaced all of that for about$500. By this time, I had already started to look for another car. This thing was becoming a death trap! Then I was in a car accident, and that ended my horrible experience with the "gold monster", as we all nicknamed it.