A C reg Renault 11 I acquired from my late grandmother (same model and colour that Roger Moore drives in the Paris car chase scene in a View To a Kill, which ends up being cut in half with him still driving the front portion). I had just started driving so must have been 2000/2001. It was an old car by then, but only had 11000 miles on the clock. The tracking was way out because grandma used to ignore mini roundabouts and drive straight across them...
It was god-awful. 4 speed slush-box auto, incredibly tinny doors. Spongy steering, handling somewhere between a chesterfield sofa and a blancmange. Drank petrol despite performance that couldn't pull the skin of a rice pudding. Incredibly soft seats that felt deceptively comfortable at first but resulted in excruciating backache after an hour or so.
It was prone to stalling/flooding at random occasions. Most memorably when the 18yo me had pulled out of a junction in front of a group of teenage girls, "nice car mate!" I died a little inside that day. The exhaust also leaked and developed a throaty burble. Which sounded impressive until people looked over and saw the state of the car making the noise!
Eventually part exchanged for a new Clio. God only knows what the dealership did with it. It was almost immediately written off in a serious accident from which the driver absconded. The police came round to my parents' house and almost arrested me because the v5 transfer hadn't been processed and they (understandably) assumed I had been driving it. That took some fast talking!
Not really the car's fault, but didn't enhance the ownership experience any. On the other hand, I can say I've owned a Bond car!
