His/her name was Sexy Bird and outside of him/her being our Toyota Camry, he/she was also a dear friend that saw us from Atlanta to Jersey and back and back again, and into the mountains of Pocono, what we now call home.
Many times we filled Sexy Bird to the brim with groceries or furniture abducted from abandoned houses or live animals or oversized boxes of shelving.
I drove that car to my wedding. We rode in its backseat from our wedding.
It's been crashed. It's been crashed into. It's been abused and left out in the cold. It's heard our secrets, our private conversations and can probably conjure up a blackmail photo or two.
It's had many photos taken of it and from its windows. We've taken him/her to Boston, Trumbull, Savannah, Richmond, New York City, Philadelphia, Washington DC, thru the White Mountains and along the Appalachian.
All in all, when it's said and done, he/she was a great car and will be missed. Except for the radiator.
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I believe in miracles and Sexy Bird will return and take you on many more flights
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