None. I didn't give up the cars, they gave up on me.

I had so many horrible cars - constantly falling apart. I learned to drive on my mom's 60s Impala - you had to start it with a screwdriver...instead of keys it was more like, "mom, can I borrow the screwdriver?"...My first car was a '67 Caprice, which I sold to my sister. Not long after it caught on fire while she was driving...electric fuel pump - end of car. Then there was whatever car was lying around in the driveway - there was a Thunderbird that barely stopped due to the wrong brake shoes on it...another car that I bought, which was a jacked up Monte Carlo with glass packs (boy, was I stupid)...that one I had to hammer something under the hood every time I wanted it to start ( it was my sister in law who figured it out & I trusted her)...eventually had to have a whole new engine (thankfully had brothers & friends to do it)...when the brakes failed on that one, I gave it away. Then I had an old police car...it was so heavy & a piece of crap, but it did ride smooth like a boat. I think I gave that one away, too. I've only had one new car in 30 yrs of driving and that was when I got married & hubby surprised me with a Toyota Corolla - it was a great car until it had to go to car heaven from old age.