My first car was a Mercury Lynx. $600 car.
The biggest problem was that Dad tried to teach me to drive it. See, my mom did all the initial driving lessons, starting the day I got my learners, which, hindsight 20/20, was a really GREAT thing. The cars we had were automatics. The only manual was Eric's truck, and me and him still weren't getting along so well at that point, so, obviously, I was driving automatics and by the time I drove with Dad I was pretty proficient.
I'm already prone to nerves behind the wheel and Dad tends to be really tense and loud when things aren't going perfect. So, every time I grinded gears even a little, he'd get all fussy and I'd get all nervous and the lesson just went downhill from there.
The best I ever did was when I drove Eric's truck with Mom. I really did fine, but on one of my first solo outings in the Lynx I got screwed up on a left turn and got stuck for a minute (left off a major road, with a hill to get over) panicked because, well, that's what I'd been taught to do and that was it. I made it home and told Dad to start looking for another car for me.
I wish I'd stuck with it and worked at it more, but at that point, Dad had me so screwed up over it, I just gave up.
and for the record, I had to basically reteach myself guns and shooting, because he really wasn't the best teacher with that either. He means well, but he just gets so worked up anytime something goes not perfect that it causes more issues than it solves.