My first car was pink. Baby Pink. Well, technically Heathermist Mauve. What kind of a person has a pink car? Me. How on Earth did I manage to arrange that? It was 1988. I was 17. I had a really cool mom.

The object of my desire in the late 1980s was a Saab. Not just any one mind you. Mine needed to be baby pink with pristine beige leather interior. Hot.
Well, my first car turned out to be not a Saab, but a hatchback Honda Accord in an unsettling fleshy color. I was quite happy to just have a car. My mom, who was never one to go small, suggested getting it painted in any color I wanted. Pink it was! And that's how it came to be that I surely had the only baby pink Honda Accord hatchback in the whole world.
PS: The guys at Maaco not so subtly ribbed me for wanting to paint a car pink. They eventually came around, and spent hours sorting through their paint books for just the right shade for me. The pinstripe guy did an elaborate freehand design down the side of my car in a fabulous fucshia. He was quite proud of it. So was I.