Let me tell you about my car. It is a dark green 1995 Toyota Camry. I like it so much that I almost named my daughter after it--as it is, her name is Kamryn. Close enough. I purchased the car December 31, 1996. I had graduated from college that year and in November I totaled the 1986 Ford Taurus my dad had acquired from my grandmother's barn and sold to me. (You can't begin to imagine the layers of dirt on that interior!) I was working as a marketing specialist for a multi-level nutritional supplements company and still living in student housing.
While I was thrilled with my purchase, I did not realize it would turn heads. As it turned out, it was the envy of the parking lot at my apartment complex. It WAS a nice car, after all.
In May of 1998 I got married. My Camry was the only asset I brought to the marriage--and I was still paying for it, so I guess that would make it a liability. Plus, it was depreciating! (Too bad I didn't own any land.) Twelve-plus years later we are still driving that car--AND using it for a paper route.
Paper routes are hard on cars. I drive 15.9 miles every morning in my car. I speed up and slow down several times along my route besides putting the car in park (several times each morning) for the "more particular" subscribers. In the past month, the car surpassed the 200,000-mile mark... but it continues to get us from here to there.
Here is a list of some of the details that give our car character: 1) The front passenger-side window no longer rolls down. 2) The automatic lock no longer works on the driver's door. 3) The mural drawn with a four-year old's rock the entire length of the car. 4) The tape deck. 5) The driver's door and the rear passenger door both have door handles that are going to break off any day--but at least those windows still roll down! Truly--why would we ever want to part with it?
This post begs the question: Why do you drive the car(s) you drive? Only no one even knows this blog exists, so who is going to answer that question? Or THAT one for that matter?