Not a car I've owned (have never owned my own motor. Not yet at least, tho I do have a few ideas as to my first car), but one my dad owned. Specifically, the taxi he owned (a 12-plate Peugeot Partner) before the most recent one was a money pit and was as good as carked mechanically by the time he threw in the towel and got rid (it was repaired and put back on the road, as I do remember seeing it around Clydebank a couple times with another driver). Was glad to see the back of it personally.
The 65-plate Peugeot Partner he got to replace it was comparatively much better behaved, though not entirely without it's faults. However, it didn't see much in the way of use last year, as my dad was undergoing cancer treatment, so he wasn't well enough to work for much of the first half of the year, then in the latter half of the year, two very close family members passed away in close proxmity to each other; as in, only weeks apart. He had only been back to work full-time for a few weeks after all this when he was hit broad-side by a nurse (who had went through a stop sign) while picking up a passenger (who was in the taxi when the collision occurred). He later recounted that if she had hit him just ever so slightly further to the left or right, he would've ended up on his side at the very least. As it was, the driver's side was completely caved in, the sliding door a mangled piece of metal and the sill badly bent. In other words, a writeoff. It made for a forlorn picture, parked outside our flat over the Christmas/New Year period with one side covered in plastic sheeting and duct tape in a (mostly successful) attempt at keeping the elements out while the insurance was sorted out. Was hauled away for scrapping a few weeks ago.