Every time I get a new car, I end up loving it, even if it's a lemon. Take these for example:

- the Buick Skylark, which I got for free and later sold for a Diet Mountain Dew on a day when I locked the keys in my next car while it was running. My Skylark was so loud -- because of a loose ball bearing -- it received the nickname the Lawnmower. The guy who bought the Lawnmower from me got it running in 2 seconds and sold it for $60 a day later.

- the Chrysler LeBaron convertible. It was dubbed simply The Convertible. Took many cruises to Stillwater or around Lake Phalen in it. Once I almost killed my whole swimming relay team at a six-way stop, when a city bus failed to yield to me. I floored it and saved our lives. The Convertible died this year.

- and the Ford Mercury. This car earned its nickname -- the Millenium Falcon -- by being as large as a space freighter. I used to joke that you could have a picnic in the trunk, if you felt so inclined, because of its enormity. Despite this car's boxy look, it could turn on a dime and fly like the wind. It also ended up in the ditch three times after spinouts. 

What is your most beloved lemon?