I really do have fond association with the Camry. Every day, junior and senior years of HS, Katie would pick me up in her wonderful grey Camry and drive me to school. School, of course, was about a 6 minute walk from my house, and it took no less than 10 minutes to find a parking spot that was kind of sort of close to school, so you do the math. But it wasn't about getting to school efficiently; it was about being seen in the lot. And seen we were.
The Camry served us well back in the day, but I regretfully admit that I did not enjoy driving my rented Camry two weeks ago. Everything felt fluffy... the steering, the way you don't feel bumps in the road... my dad has trained me to dislike these qualities. Also, it skidded in a barely-there puddle. Pathetic! It looks pretty nice, at least. But certainly no Buick.
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