Austin (and Morris) Mini

Judy and I owed several of these wonderfully chuckable-about cars. Perfect London transport, they could be had back in the Swinging Sixties for about 150 quid (roughly $350 or so in those days). Judy loved them as shopping carts, I as a sports car (the cooper versions were legendary on the rally and racing circuits). Our last one, a beaten up, rusting, white Mini with a black roof, was haunted by a friendly but passionate poltergeist. We traded it in (the Mini, not the poltergeist) for the Bentley (the Bentley dealer averted his gaze!).