I'll never forget my first new car. It was a 1958 Ford station wagon [[being a camper nut and all that). After the very first winter, the fenders above the headlights rusted out completely. Had a body shop completely rebuild the front part of those fenders that spring and tranded it in for a '59 Ford convertible. The door by the rear-view mirror rusted out immediately.

Fortunately, they build them a lot better now. But those "pre-planned obselencent" cars broke my heart a couple of times.