A 1966 Toyota Corona four door is no kind of car for a road trip. But that’s all we had when daddy decided to downsize after that glorious white Chrysler Newport (I think it was a ‘63). When you’re a kid you don’t get why things happen like that, but later on I learned he’d lost his well paying civil engineering job with a private company, and after that he went to work for the city for a lot less money. The car had to go. We had two of those 66 Coronas, one for my dad and one for my mom. My dad assumed she’d pass the driving test, but she didn’t, so he’d switch between the two depending on mood or if he’d been driving one for longer than necessary. I think it ended up a race to see which one would hit 100k first.