Lada

The first car I ever owned was a Lada.
A steering wheel as big as a busses and a gear stick as big as a tractors
(I just made that up as I don't really know what a tractors gear stick looks like but I didn't want to repeat the bus thing).
The only power steering was in the arm muscle I needed.
Everything about the dashboard was basic, no fancy buttons and electronic parts.

And the thing about this Lada was that I absolutely loved it.

I loved the feel driving it, steering it, slamming the doors, grinding the window winder and just generally being absolutely in charge with no easy gliding.

I bought it in July and confidently journeyed the roads around South Lanarkshire, where I lived, down to Bristol and in and around Edinburgh.

It was around about October, November that I began having trouble with it. I would get it out of the drive and we'd beetle off on our merry way but after a short while it would grind to a halt. There were a variety of persons who helped me out of these predicaments at the side of the roads, all with their own opinion of what the trouble was because my lovely little Lada invariably re-started without too much bother after it's little rest.
This began happening so frequently that I decided to consult the Lada handbook and found the simplicity of the solution.
I opened the bonnet and carefully switched the lever that was pointing to "Summer" and pushed it to point to "Winter" instead.