While I haven't had a list of tremedous vehicles I've driven, what I lack in quality I make up for in quantity.
My first two cars were Toyota Corollas. I started with a 1979 in white with 4 doors and a 5-speed manual. We got this from some relatives and my parents drove it for a year or so before I was old enough to drive. Unfortunately, I don't own photos of most of my vehicles (or most of my childhood). We didn't own a camera most of my life (crazy huh?) and it just was never a concern of mine to document these sorts of things. The '79 was a great learner car. It was a stick, and it was slow. So I got good experience but was limited in how quickly I could do stupid things. Eventually the clutch cable broke, and the car wasn't worth fixing with some of the other issues that began to crop up with it.
The second Corolla was a dirt brown 1978 2-door with the automatic transmission (was previously my grandparent's car). The only option it had was a rear window defroster. Both Corollas were glorified beer cans with wheels. I give thanks I was never in an accident in them. The only claim to fame for the brown car was that we sold it with nearly 300K on it for something like $500. The body was shot, everything mechanical worked, but barely. Suspension was laughable. But 4 years later the same guy who bought it was driving it around town still. You just couldn't kill it. A cockroach of cars.
The next car I got was a 1984 VW Rabbit. 4 doors, tan everywhere, and epically slow. My first front wheel drive car and my first hatchback. It was as uninspiring as a car could get, but it served me well until the distributor broke off in the motor. I regularly ferried about a half ton of offensive linemen home after football practice in this little car. Rear bumper just barely above rubbing pavement. Imagine three linemen in the back seat of a VW Rabbit. Yeah.