DSM's, although I had to own one before I loathed them...
-Bought my 1G AWD as my first car at 16. Loved it because it beat all sorts of cars in my high school parking lot and got oohs and ahhs from kids familiar with the first F&F movie (the only one out at the time).
-Had atleast two major failures every year for 5 years, including two blown motors. Before the 6th year, it "paperweighted" a six month old EvoIII 16G turbo that I slaved as a retail cashier for. This was my last straw and the "loathe" kicked in.
-Car needed work before I could sell it, but something new broke everytime I pulled it out or tried to work on it. This made the loathe worse. And the car just sat behind my Dads garage. At this point, I took every chance possible to give my DSM buddies crap and bad mouth them on forums.
-Eventually said DSM buddies talked me into going to my first DSM Shootout, which secretely allowed a little love to come back. The next year, said buddies talked me into getting the car atleast road worthy and taking it to the next Shootout. I did just enough to make it drive and made the trip. Driving it again secretly allowed more love in.
-Shortly after that, it started burning a ton of oil and I thought the motor was toast. I also bought a WRX. Both caused love to go away again.
-After two years of the DSM sitting, I made my regular Shootout appearances in the WRX. My previously stated buddies told me if I made it three in a row with the WRX, they would disown me. After two years of working on a Subaru, I dug deep into the DSM for the first time in around 9 years. It was so easy compared to the Subaru! Found out the oil consumption was due to another bad turbo and really crappy valve seals put in by a place that rebuilt the head.
-Got it on the road and made the trip, meaning I got to keep my friends. It got 28MPG's roundtrip, even with beating on in town around the event. I daily drove it until we got snow in November and it was netting 24/25 in mostly city driving.
Now I love them even more than before. I'm even afraid to go on Craigslist unsupervised, in fear of bringing another one home...