The first car I ever rode in was my father's 1952 Plymouth Cambridge (I came home from the hospital in it). It was a black four-door sedan. We kept it until 1965 when we got a new '65 Dodge Coronet. I had a lot of good memories of the car, was sad to see it go, and promised myself I'd get another one someday.
On the same day (literally!) I got my '51 Business Coupe, I saw an ad for a '52 Plymouth 4-door. I called the seller right away and asked what model it was, and he said 'It's the cheap one...a Cambridge...and it's black'. I wanted to go see it that night, but he said not until 8:30 the next morning. I was there at 7:30 and bought the car on the spot.
That was in 1988 and I still have both cars. They need a lot of work but just knowing they're in the garage makes me happy.