My first car was a 1994 Mercury Sable, robin'* egg blue that my mom bought so I could commute to school. I didn't get too into cars until a year or two into my Bonneville ownership, so don't ask me what was under the hood — nothing that could pin me to the seat, I recall.
The car got totalled, unfortunately. I was inside on the computer, and a driver from Maine hit some ice, went across the street, over the curb, up my old uphill driveway, and rear-ended my Sable. (You'd think someone from Maine in a huge SUV would be better at winter driving, but no.)
The only pictures I have were taken for archival purposes after it got smashed. Still started and ran fine after I reset the fuel pump, but it left my driveway on a flatbed (with a half-tank of gas, because my mom wouldn't let me siphon by mouth).
Of course, following that, I was driving a Bonneville with 71,000 miles on the clock with the insurance money, so who can complain?