“The Silver Bullet. She never missed a day of work in five years. Neither did Mom.”
Traded in at the dealership. Mom cried a little in the parking lot. She said she felt silly. She wasn't. That car was five years of her life, every single morning.
Mom's trusty Camry. She drove this to work every single day for five years. We called it 'The Silver Bullet'. It survived two fender benders and one very unfortunate parking garage incident.
She test drove three cars and chose this one because the seat was comfortable. Classic mom logic.
A shopping cart got her in the parking lot. Mom was devastated. The car was fine.
The mechanic said he'd never seen a Camry this clean at this mileage. Mom beamed with pride.
Traded in for a new Highlander. The dealer said it was one of the cleanest trade-ins they'd seen.
How much this car is still felt, even after it’s gone.
Other cars from the same era or owner

The car that started it all. Dad drove this to every little league game, every school play, every family road trip. The AC never worked right but we never cared — windows down, radio up.
My first car. Saved up for two years working weekends. The day I drove it off the lot I cried — actual tears. Candy apple red, 5.0 V8, and absolutely zero practicality. Perfect.
Hired for our wedding day. Pulled up to the church in a Rolls-Royce Ghost — Midnight Sapphire, white ribbon on the bonnet. I'll never forget the look on her face when she saw it waiting outside. We only had it for six hours. It felt like a lifetime.