I'm writing this from a hospital bed, seemingly having narrowly dodged meningitis! So please excuse my indulgence whist I await the approval of the Infections Consultant in sending me home...
My first car was a Renault Fuego Coupe TX. 'Fuego' meaning 'fire' strangely. Gifted to me on my 17th birthday, by my father who'd used it to commute to work 80 miles a day, for a couple of years. It wasn't particularly frugal, but it kept the miles off his E34 5 series. It was given to him by his then boss, who said it was foc if dad could get it to start and get it off his driveway! It seemed to run ok for Dad, at least for a while, but then broke down on the starting leg of a family holiday to London - requiring the AA and a visit to a garage. Days later it overheated on the Victoria Embankment in summer traffic.
Sadly for me, the Fuego was gold. However it had a 2 litre engine, whilst all my fellow 17 year-old peers were driving around in 1.0 and 1.2 litre Novas. To me it looked like it had been styled after the Porsche 924, although very badly. It did have the most amazingly supportive and comfortable seats however. I loved it - it was my first car, but the handling wasn't great, 2nd gear was picky, the bodywork dented if you sneezed and it was a pita to work on. Most memorable moment was doing 70 mph on a dual carriageway when the bonnet skin decided to separate, swing up and smash into the windscreen, obscuring all view. Looked like something from Mad Max. Brown trousers that day.
Not one to learn a lesson, a few years later I bought a Renault 19 16v phase 2 with my own money (see student loan). Again great seats and again a pain to work on. Parts were expensive and some were hard to get or just peculiar sizes/threads. The bodywork was painfully thin again and parts just seemed to disintegrate at will - aluminium window surrounds bubbling, light clusters filling with water and panels rusting from the inside-out on a 3+ year old car?! It did handle well though and was reasonably quick for its time... I should have just bought a Golf though.
I've haven't bought another French car since, never will. I also similarly distrust Italian cars, but I'm mindful that means I've missed out on some great Alfas and probably a load of epic breakdowns.