On April 22, 2006, I bought a brand new 2007 Toyota Camry XLE V6. The car was bright red, spotless, and had that intoxicating “you just signed papers for something more expensive than you should have” energy. I, on the other hand, looked like a kid who had just wandered out of a college computer lab and had somehow mistakenly been handed keys to a grown-up car. My fiancée and I christened “her” Scarlett – because the Nav system had a female voice.
Today, that car turns twenty years old. I still drive it daily. It’s been my car the whole time.
