When you were growing up , what car did your parents have?

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The first car I remember my dad having was a Micra

My dad had a (shit) brown Skoda. He later traded it in for a turquoise one.

The coolest car ever - a Renault 4! (dead serious emoticon, for clarity)

Vauxhall Viva (also shit brown!), Followed by a big 7-seater Peugeot 504 which broke down on his test drive .

A peach ( I kid you not ) Jaguar
My dad was a Black Cab driver so we always asked to go in the cab when we went out

A Sierra Sapphire

An austin princess!

Front wheel drive so no “hump” in the middle of the back footwells for the axle. Long journeys i’d get on the floor in my sleeping bag while my brother stretched out on the seats.

Hillman Hunter, Austin Allegro, Vauxhall Cavalier

A metro.

Ford Cortina. We always had to help bump start it out of the close...

Porsche 911, Audi A3/A4/RS4, VW Polo, Land Rover Defender, Mitsubishi Evo, Subaru Impreza, Alfa Romeo, Clio RS (all one at a time and each sold after a few years).

The sporty numbers were my dad's, my mum always had the estate or sensible version!

Ford Cortina Estate. It rattled so much that you couldn't speak to the person next to you.

None. Neither my mum or dad drive.

My dad always bought large estate cars even though there were only 2 adults and 2 children. He had a ‘thing’ about estate cars. Volvo Estate, Austin Montego Estate, Peugeot 505 Estate. In every kind of Biege or Brown shade.
Then suddenly when we got older 15 and 14 he bought a small Ford Fiesta in green. Haha

A red Austin Princess with cream interior and no seatbelts in the back.

@ThereisIron are you related to me?! We had a Hillman Hunter, an Austin Allegro, 2 Renault 4's, Vauxhall Viva and the best thing about all these awful cars was they were all old and destined for the scrap heap when we had them. One of the Renaults kept catching fire, the Vauxhall Viva was the colour of poo and the Austin Allegro was rescued from an old ladies garage so had barely any miles on the clock but was absolutely ancient and very embarrassing to be driven around in.
My late dad finally treated himself to a new car when he moved into retirement accommodation and got himself a flash BMW, I just wish he had been able to drive a decent car for longer.

An orange Volkswagen Beetle with jeans written on the side. We could hear it coming a mile off!

VW Beetle my god those plastic back seats!! Vivid memories of being stuck and peeled off the seats in summer

First one I remember was a Marina!

Then (hoping I got the order correct) Triumph Dolomite Sprint (from which a scrote stole the distributor cap & leads whilst parked outside a holiday home in Bournemouth); Mini van; MG Metro (bought abroad and imported); Austin Princess; MG Maestro (built from a shell). I got to drive the Maestro!

First was a Riley - (oh my God I'm old....) one where the door opens backwards and you practically trek to the back seat,

then a Hillman Hunter.

sticky my mum had a Renault 4 too

Were you allowed stand up in the boot? We constantly campaigned for this and my mother would give in and let us- ahh the '80s.

I vividly remember my thighs getting properly stuck to the plastic back seats in summer too. The pain of unpeeling!

Soft top Marina; as the smallest I sat in the middle at the back so as to be first to fly through the windscreen in the event of an accident.

Audi. My mum only ever drives Audis with one brief foray into Rover territory. My dad was an alcoholic who seemed to be perpetually on a driving ban so he didn't have a car.

My mum had a custard yellow Mini Clubman with evil black vinyl seats which had wood underneath, so if the back seats were folded up you got splinters. She then got a red Metro under the British Leyland workers discount scheme, followed by a Fiesta when that died.
Dad had a series of blue Marina vans which had been used in the BL factory so had done lots of miles, but not seen much of the outside world. When they did, they rotted almost immediatly, so I have fond memories of the holes in the footwell! He then had a red Bedford Rascal van, and eventually a white high top Transit plastered with 'I heart dairy goats' and other similar stickers which my mother loathed. Which was partly why he had them... (Btw, he did have goats, not a random fetish proclamation)

My dad had a green lada. And he had a Datsun for a while.

Vauxhall - sort of! - Northern single parent, early 80's and skint and mum always said we walksed all the way and walksed all the back. Ironically when she first had some money for a car it was a Vauxhall shuvit as it was push started more than once! My not so skint Dad had much shinier cars with his own plates - worlds apart!