(inspired by roastthemonaspit's poem about listening to Chris Rea in his dad's Cavalier)
We had an Austin Maxi in red:
and then, inexplicably, my dad replaced the red Maxi with a beige Maxi
Both were shit. I remember him fixing the exhaust once by soldering an old tin can round it.
It wasn't until I was about 13 that he bought a semi-respectable car: a Ford Granada
http://www.imcdb.org/i056503.jpg (like this - except not a taxi!)