My first was a '69 Citroen ID19, the cheaper version of the DS. It appeared on a used car lot very conveniently in '76 when I was in high school and beginning to need a car. I wanted it bad and so my father made a deal with me: he'd buy it for me if I'd learn to maintain it. Originally it was a greenish off-white but I repainted it medium blue, keeping the white roof. Somewhere I have a pic of it, but it was very close to the photo below which is actually a factory '68 color. Being an American spec car it didn't have the glass covers over the headlights or the turning and self-levelling light option.
The ID was a wonderful first car: reliable, comfortable, economical and very, very forgiving of a teenaged leadfoot. I took it to university for my first two years and found out that it was good for 93 mph on a rural Texas FM (Farm to Market) road, or the OSR (Old San Antonio Road north of Bryan), not too shabby for a 2 liter 84 hp engine in a rather large car. I could pretty much stuff an entire dorm room into it too. However, I
really wanted a TOL DS21 Pallas with the bigger 2.2 liter engine and nicer seats and carpets, etc. My father found a '70 DS21 for me the summer before my junior year. It wasn't in as nice shape but I discovered that with the 115 hp engine it would run a real 100 mph. The cops stayed mostly on the interstates policing the obnoxious 55 mph limit, and while I generally didn't go over 85 hardly anything passed me on the backroads once I got either D model wound up - the suspension was designed for fast driving on bumpy rural roads. Once I had the ID absolutely flat out for several miles on the OSR right in front of an upperclassman in a brand new Malibu: I could go no faster, but I'd look in the mirror and see his crappy GM suspension absolutely having kittens with all the bumps. He didn't dare pass me until we reached the four lane highway which is when I saw his upperclassman parking stickers, but we both had to slow down in fear of cops. He gave the old ID (with underclassman parking stickers) a nasty sneer, I don't think he had any idea what it was but he was clearly unhappy at not being able to pass in his shiny new car until the roads were smooth!
The ID19 was kept in the family for many more years until it was finally replaced with an '83 Peugeot 505, I think it had well over 170,000 miles on the original engine and trans when it was retired.
