My first car was a 1972 Toyota Corolla (well.. officially it was a 1969 Chev Belaire that I got running properly and totaled off before 3 months with my new driving license.. so I don't really count it).
I had no idea that the Corolla was a tiny 1200 cc motorbike with a car frame so I didn't understand any limitations. This was in 1979 so things were different and traffic was far far less than today. I raced everything I could find with that little car and everyone thought I had something special in it. All I had was oversized BF Goodrich Radial T/A's (my dad used to harp on me about putting tires that cost more than the car on it, but... "wheels make the car") and a good clutch. Even raced a 73 vette with it (took him off the line.. but that was it... lol). Rebuilt the engine to find that I "ice cream coned" the pistons, so bored it out, got new pistons, bearings, seals, etc.. and did all the work myself (no training and I wasn't smart enough to know I was stupid.. lol). So... first day out after breaking in the engine (about a week later) I take it out and up to its top speed of 92 miles per hour (no way it could ever go faster.. ) and then I hear a funny noise. After a week of searching, I pulled the engine, flipped it over and voila! reversed thrust bearings. Then it dawned on me that I had the bearings laid out and when I turned from the bench to the engine I forgot that I had the right-left and left-right... so the bearing surface was against the block instead of the crank. Popped a 1200.00 crate engine into it and I was back in business (thanks, Dad for understanding.. lol). I then did the entire interior myself (forced myself on an upholstery shop and learned the trade to do this) and had a guy do a Monarch wing paint design on the car. It glowed.
I dumped 14,000.00 into that car in total and it was a gorgeous little car. Drank a lot in it, sped a lot in it, had more tickets than you would ever believe for both (but no .08's.. and the "don't drink and drive" back then meant "... cause you might spill".) In the end I sold it to a friend for 4500.00 and he enjoyed it to death.
I learned that cars are not investments at that point and although I continued with Toyotas (2 more Corollas, 5 Celicas) I never had the guts to go back and do mechanical builds (still don't). When the 1985.5 Supra came out, I fell in love with the car but at that point was a single dad with 2 daughters to take care of, so I opted for something more practical.. a 1980 Celica (which I totaled off in the end at high speeds on rain slick roads... and should have died.. but didn't). In the end, I remarried and ended up with 6 kids to raise so gave up my dreams of a Supra until a few years back. I decided that we have 2 boys left at home and I could get myself my Supra I passed up on. Hunted for 2 years and could not find a proper MKII. Happened upon the 1988 MK3 with the targa top (bonus!) and turbo (more bonus!) and haven't looked back. Now... Im a lot older, wiser and have watched friends build muscle cars up to glorious ground thumping potential so the car gave me 2 things I wanted. Freedom and power. Plus I again have a unique beast to throw onto the road again.
I could never go MKIV because that would be more towards what someone as old as I am "should drive" as a sports car. The MK3 is more anti-earth keeper, more unique, less euro and the long front end is so damn nice!
Its funny that I used to think of my Corolla as I do my Supra. I miss that car, but its always been Toyotas that have impressed me. Ignoring all the market press about "this is unsafe" and "this is going to fail" and "how could Toyota do this"... all of their cars have been well thought out and built tremendously well. I now have 2- 2000 Toyota Tundras (my 2 boys drive them until they can buy them off me), a 2005 Sienna (Chrysler minivans have nothing on this.. drives like it did new) and 2 MK3's. (and a 1977 Ford E300 26' motorhome.. lol).
I don't know if Im just "Toyota stupid" but I cant think of a nicer car than the MK3. It may just be my brain telling me that is so damn pretty, but I can just stare at it and be satisfied. Driving is just a bonus.