My first car was a 1994 Ford Escort LX.
It wasn't the worst car I ever owned (that distinction goes to my friend's 1994 Ford Probe that he sold me, complete with balky transmission and broken automatic seatbelts) but it was the one that I kicked myself for getting for the next six years afterward since I had passed on a beautiful '91 CRX Si because it didn't have a back seat.
It was a decent car, save for the fried clutch (the result of an ill-advisied attempt at street racing) and leaky master cylinder, but man oh man did you ever (not) feel those 88 horses from that SOHC 1.9L engine. It was the only car that I had that required a downshift all the way to third to have enough gusto to make it up some of the hills around me.
After some unscrupulous theves took my Escort away from me, I made up for the error of not buying that Honda buy tracking down the cleanest CRX around, and all was right with the world once again.