My first
real girlfriend had exactly the same car, but in red.
In fact it was her car that gave me the angle to break through her "aloof & unapproachable" status that had long frustrated the intentions of me and my peers..: The A frame on the drivers side (well, both sides actually) rotted away where the door hinges attached. She opened her door one day and it simply came off !!
I was the "budding enthusiastic amateur mechanic" amongst our set, so was the one who got her safely back to her parents & offered to have a go at mending it for her.
I remember clearly driving it into the city to buy a new pair of A panels from the Motor factor, with no doors on it.
Different times eh...