Welcome home #10

It all started when I was 16, and I got my driver's license. As the eldest grandchild, I was spoiled rotten, and my grandfather bought me a cute little Hyundai Excel. It was a stick and blue and I zipped to and fro when I had places to go... until I got hit in a parking lot, and totaled it. (1)
With the insurance money, I got my first POS... A Pontiac Fiero. Everything that could go wrong with this car did. Including, but not limited to- the A/C compressor seizing up, the alternator seizing up, the motor mounts FALLING apart and dropping the engine on Sahara Blvd., and the intake manifold blowing itself apart. It was from that car that I got my basic education in car repair. (2)
When I found out the rings were burned out, I sold it for a much discounted price to a mechanic and started driving my mom's old... nay classic 1977 Nova.
The car that was almost as old as me. I loved that car. It had no A/C, no power steering, and really shitty bucket seats transferred in from a Datsun, but it had a kick ass in-line straight six .302 and 3-on-a-tree shifting. It was reliable as all get out. The only thing that ever broke down on it was parts that weren't supposed to frickon break.... like the bolt that physically connected the clutch pedal to the clutch mechanism through the firewall. We had to have one machined up. I got rear-ended in it, and it broke the fork in the tranny. (3)
After that I went on to driving mom's truck (4), and when I got my first real job, I bought a Toyota Tercel. Got screwed on the interest, as I was a first time buyer, but hey- I was excited! It was my first car from a dealership. The day after I made my first payment, I totaled it. Talk about up-side down.(5)
My next car was my neon. I LOVED my neon. It was the only new car I ever bought. It was black and sporty and I zipped all over Las Vegas in it. It was the car I had when I met my husband. Some nice non-english speaking lady was nice enough to run a red light in front of me and I hit her going almost 50 mph in the driver's side door with my pretty black neon... No more neon. (6)
Once I had recovered from my injuries, I started recovering from the shock of being upside down on a "Brand new car" and a "first time buyer" totaling my car. So I got a used car. A Jimmy- "Little" GMC Blazer type thing. It was cool. A 4x4. A Beast really. Gas Hoggy, but it rode nice, and I liked it. It didn't break down much... but when along came baby- the two door thing REALLY sucked one (Try lifting a 30 pound load of kid and seat straight armed into a small space), so we got rid of it in lieu of something more family suited. (7)
My Intrepid. I wanted one. I got one. I still have it. We brought it with us. She's a dream. She has seen better days cosmetically- as she is old, and has spent many long hours in the searing heat of the arizona sun, and days on the salted snowy roads of Germany, but she never lets us down. (8)
Time came when we got here to Germany that I needed a car, so Kev went down and got me the Mini-beast. The Van. It was the Pregnant Roller skate. Burgundy, and very typically clunky mini-vanish. that is the only thing I didn't like. Other than that- it ran great. I got rid of it yesterday. (9)
Welcome home Isuzu Rodeo. It's used, and it's cute. Gold paint, stick shift, brown interior. It's not a mini-van. It runs smoothly, the engine compartment is clean and it sounds good. It rides very nice. I am very happy with it. (10)
I plan to keep this one. At least until we leave Germany. When we get back stateside, we can move on to #11 and #12. So... do the math for me... I am 32 and I have had 10 cars so far.... (actually more, as I am sure I am forgetting something in there somewhere.) What does that average out to?