My first car was a used silver Chevy Nova obtained from a couple several months after I got married. The couple was getting a newer car as they were expecting their first child.
The Nova had a boxy almost Rabbitish exterior but the interior was all Toyota parts. We'd call it the Super Nova after the Liz Phair song. It had a grey cloth interior and those flat tabs to lock the doors. I'm pretty sure it had crank handles but I was really happy it had a tape deck.
For some reason it began conking out. I drove into the hospital parking lot once from lunch and it just died. I had to put it in park and then restart it. Dave, our mechanic at the time, said "Something deep in the heart of it died." All in all, I think we got six years out of it.
Next came my favorite, the Passat.