I am not the original owner, but there are days when I feel like I am. My car started its life in 1994 as a rental, not even a full year after that, it went to auction and found itself at a dealer in North Dallas. It is here that a woman purchased the car, and kept it for 3 years. In the fall of 1998, she no longer needed it, as her company was giving her a car, and decided to sell it to me, even though she still loved it.
So for the past TWENTY year, it’s been mine. I’ve had it since I was 16. Was in the homecoming parade, autocrossed it, won car shows, got married in it, took it on our honeymoon. Have driven it from TX to CA and TX to FL. To the hospital when I was pregnant. ...so many life milestones. At only 192k miles, it’s still “Low mileage.” Paint is showing its age though. Despite this, my daughter still loves it and will request we take it instead of a Jaguar or Tesla. All the kids at her school think it’s cool too. Then again, all they know is boring SUVs and minivans.