You people and your fancy and expensive new cars. My first car was a '98 Corolla that my family bought used in like, 2002. It went through both my parents, three brothers, and a sister. I drove it my senior year of high school. That was almost three years ago.
I had to call her "Ol' Faithful" (Faith, for short) because you had to have faith she would get you where you're going. Like, for a long time it only had a working door handle for the front passenger. I had to hand-crank my window down whenever I wanted out. My dad rigged it with zip ties and a latch until we replaced my handles
When Faith finally went to the rusty junk yard in the sky, I upgraded (slightly) to this bad boy... girl?
Meet Dorothy (hint: she is this, but white)