We owned a 1980(?) Chevrolet Chevette Scooter (Yellow) while living at Selfridge Air National Guard Base.
I believe this car had a CB radio in it; they were the thing at the time. My CB handle was Spider-Man.
My mom has a story of us sliding into a snowbank, just me and her.
She has another story of her and us three children driving to Vermont and back in it. This makes the model subjective as the "Scooter" had only two seats.
We owned a green Renault in Butzbach. My father bought it from the ambulance driver on the night shift of the Medical Aid Station across the street from our apartment.
I have a pretty vivid memory of this car breaking down, running out of gas or something and we were walking away from the car. I associate the biggest feeling of loss with that memory, however my father assures me we did not abandon that vehicle.