Well, while my current car is about as interesting as a soggy egg roll, my first few cars (thanks, Dad!) were some real winners - well, all but one, but you'll see. These pics are not my actual car, but they are correct for color, body type and accessories.
My first love: 1967 GTO
Small block V8; air compressor-controlled rear shocks; dual carbs. Did 0..60 in about 4.5 secs. Could lift the front tires off the ground about 6 inches when I punched it. Max speed: 134 MPH. Ironically, this car was destroyed by an unlicensed 17 year old girl who ran a red light and T-boned me just as was going through an intersection. I was only going 25 mph at the time. I was unhurt, but the car was trashed. She was driving an old Lincoln Continental - it was like getting hit by a tank.
Car #2: 1972 Pontiac Lemans Sport
She sat low to the ground, and had a big-block V8, also dual carbs. Not as fast as the Goat - 0-60 in about 5.3, but she had a faster top end. Maxxed her out at about 145 MPH - speedometer only went to 140. I blew the engine on this one during an impromptu highway race with a Camaro. I would have won, but I blew a rocker arm and rod right through the valve cover and into the hood. My Dad was really pissed about that.
Car #3: 1972 Gremlin.
Between lack of cash and wanting to slow me down, Dad bought me a purple AMC Gremlin with a black stripe. It was a 4-speed on the floor, straight-6, single carb. No where nearly as cool as the first two cars, and certainly not as fast. I got her to go to about 100MPH once, and everything was vibrating and shaking like an earthquake in San Francisco. I had to keep her under 80 for fear of self-destruction by vibration. Oddly enough, because it was more "feminine" than my first two cars, my friends liked it for me, and thought it was cute. Fortunately, after about 10 months of my abuse, I blew a head gasket and fried the engine. I hate cute!
Car #4: 1973 Chevy Malibu
On the outside, it looked like a stock Chevy. Nothing fancy, very dependable. But it was a "sleeper" car. The engine was a bored out 305cc V8 (to 350+), dual carbs, aftermarket turbo and 5-speed Hurst auto-manual shifter. Modified suspension and Porsche shocks gave it a stiff ride that made it take corners like a much smaller car. Did 0-60 in 4.6; maxxed it at 151 MPH (Speedo went to 160, and I had her pegged) Wouldn't lift the front tires off the ground - but she was fast off the line. Nice thing was when I slowed down and drove "normal", no one would even give me a second look. Another twist of fate - on the way to work (after a long day at college) another 18 year old girl blew a stop sign, but it wasn't a T-bone - the side street was at an angle behind me and to my right. She hit my right-rear quarter panel while I was doing about 45, and spun me around. I wound up sideways over a large curb (which tore up all 4 tires and rims), skidded across a lawn, and smacked into a cement porch, nose first. Via con Dios!
Car #5: 1978 Chrysler Cordoba (dark green)
This was a nice combination of speed and luxury. It wallowed off the line - 0-60 in 7+ seconds, but could reach a cruising speed of 110 without so much as a vibration. Maxxed her out at about 145; her V8 block drank gas like I was an Arab - got about 8 MPG. First car I ever owned that had power windows and seats. It was also the first year Chrysler started to screw around with computer-assisted ignition systems. Good thing I had a friend at a Chrysler saleroom - I had to replace that computer module 3 times in two years, and had it fixed for free as "under recall and warranty". But even after that, it wound up having 2 speeds: fast and "won't start". It then decided that it would just randomly quit as I was zipping along the highway. Imagine my surprise at 70 MPH when the entire car cuts off dead, and the power steering and power brakes fail. It's like trying to dead-stick a 747 on a grass runway. Wound up selling it for half of what I bought it for just to get it out of my face.
There were others, but they weren't as interesting as these 5. I wish I still had that GTO - it's a collector's edition now. How sad!