I had an Estelle 130 L in beige......She was called Kate (short for Bob cos that was the sound she made....bob,bob,bob) and had over 100,000 miles on the clock when I got her. Not the fastest or smartest car in the world, but she always made me smile; in fact she still does now, thinking back to when I had her.
The only car I've ever felt an emotional attachment to was my dark red 1976 Triumph Dolomite.
It wasn't fast.
It was noisy.
It took forever to heat up in winter.
But.
It never broke down.
It oozed personality.
I think it's the only car I can say with any certainty was a "babe magnet".