My entire life, there has always been one constant. People come and go, but one guy stuck with me through it all. We were introduced in 1999--February to be exact. He was very well maintained, had lots of power, and was always ready for any adventure I threw his way. He was present through thick and thin, from six-year old tantrums, preteen meltdowns, and teenage driving lessons, he led the way, and helped me conquer them all. Even though he was passed around from time to time; he never felt abandoned nor felt the need to abandon me. Even as I got older, with new friends, boyfriends, and trips, he was always there making sure I got home safe, and he always protected me from any danger I may have encountered. Many people never understood how he stuck around for so long, but eighteen years creates quite a bond. Even near the end, he never quit on me. He may have slowed down a bit, but he was always the same trustworthy man I knew in 1999. His name you wonder? It was Harvey. My 1999 Toyota four-runner who never stopped running even at three hundred thousand miles, and is still, what I believe, the best car in the entire world.