In 1984 I married Jim, and he owned a 1973 VW. I hated that car. It was yellow, with one blue wheel cover, one orange, and one yellow. No matter how much he worked on it, it would never start like it should. It was all we had, so I had no choice but to drive a stick. I learned one day in the parking lot.
I soon learned to park on a hill, so I could jump start it, but from time to time, I had to ask others to help.
We lived in California, and I was lucky there were so many hills.
The city decided to do a photo of the city, taken from a helicopter. It was not until we had moved to Germany, that I received from my former boss, a smaller photo of the city one. There sat my ugly, a** car sitting on a city street.