My first car was a Mitsubishi (1979 Pymouth Arrow). I think I see just a ghost of a hint of this car in the front end of the 75 Colt.
After I went to college, my parents moved to New Jersey. My dad somehow ended up with this primer grey Plymouth Champ. I don't remember the year but it was old, automatic, and hideously ugly. I also don't remember the circumstances of how he ended up with the car but it was something like a breakdown and needed something quick or acquired for a sibling who either refused to drive it or didn't need it anymore. We call it "The Toad" and dad drove it to work for a few years. I think he was a VP of some such or other at the time. This impressed me immensely and may just have influenced my own attitudes.
Dad has been gone for a few years and I hadn't thought of that for a long time.