First car was a Burgandy Red Karmin Ghia convertible. Got it after my sophomore year in collge. I bought it from a minister in Hollywood. It had a stick shift (the car, not the minister--well, maybe the also the minister), so I needed a friend drive it home for me. Turns out my first college girl friend, later wife, also had a Karmin Ghia convertible, but in turquoise (sp)? The cars were so cool, but so impractical. No real back seat, no real trunk (which was in the front). Looked sort of like a sports car--but no power. And, the rear window was a heavy plastic that clouded and stayed cloudy. I guess "opaque" is the word--just couldn't see out of them very well. But, that was OK, because these convertibles had huge blind spots due to the form of the convertible top. Sure wish I had my Karmin Ghia now. Driving my mother's blue and white 1954 Buick Century back in high school--wow, was that embarrassing. It got 8 miles to the gallon, but who cared back then? Sure wish I had that Buick Century now. Those old Buicks and old Oldsmobiles, once fixed up, are the best looking cars on the road.