tl;dr
I was driving a 73 Pontiac Catalina and a 76 Toyota pickup around some of the neighborhood roads when I was too young to do so. The Catalina was an automatic, and the Toyota was a 4-speed.
My first car was an 85 1/2 Ford Escort, base model (all I could afford) five speed, no power steering, no air conditioning. AM radio I upgraded to a Kenwood. The car was black with maroon interior. I put over 175,000 miles on that car. I loved that machine for a lot of reasons. Nobody told me I needed power steering, an auto transmission, or AC, and I didn't know the difference.
I snagged a 1979 Grand Prix about the time I got rid of the Escort and put about 150,000 miles on it. The Grand Prix I sold to a friend of the family, and I still see it on the roads.
Now, I could kick myself in the a$$ for getting rid of both those cars, if for no other reason than you actually rolled up the dam windows and there wasn't a switch to break (the Grand Prix switch never broke or shorted out).
I had an 87 Grand Marquis I miss a lot.