Reading a post from Old Man Wood a moment ago reminded me of the fond memories I had of the bangers my parents had when I were a lad.
Dad had a Citroen DS Safari which he allegedly "jousted" in a carpark when dropping Mum off at the hospital to spit me out. Lovely car in a far-from-tasteful green.
I remember we (a family of 5 kids and 2 parents) went camping every year in it. I recall one night, driving up to camp near a relative in Lockerbie. My sis, little bro and I were "asleep" (read: arsing about) in our sleeping bags in the boot, my 2 older bro's on the back seat, and Mum and Dad up front, driving up the motorway. I remember being aware of some commotion from another car, eventually able to hear them shouting at us that the trailer (tent) was on fire. Dad stopped, got out, put the fire out (it was the trailer tent tyre), changed the wheel, and carried on as if nothing had happened.
Mum had a red Fiat 850 Sport Coupe, a 1l pocket pocket. Ran on 5* petrol, which was rare, even back then. Used mostly for school runs when I was ickle, as my school was 5 miles away. Often I was picked up with the cat fast asleep across the rear parcel shelf

Both of these were bought new in Cyprus, when we were posted out there. The Citroen was replaced with a brand new W reg Citroen GSA, the Fiat was replaced with a Citroen AX GT, another pocket rocket, but lacked the performance of the old Coupe.
The GSA was replaced with a A reg Mk3 Escort estate, can't remember the reasoning, but we'd had the Escort just laying around since my cousin died (it was his). God awful car. Needless to say, being an Escort, I wrapped it around a tree. Or was it a signpost. Can't remember. I got it fixed for Dad, but then he wrapped it around a fence driving it home from the garage

The Escort and Citroen AX were replaced with a K reg 318is, that Mum still drives. Worth break all, but goes well enough. IMHO, last of the decent beemers.