The 2005 Chrysler Town and Country that's more or less permanently parked in my driveway has seen better days.
And I would know — I remember them. This van was bought by my in-laws, back when my husband and I were high school sweethearts. When we left home and drove across the country at 18 years old, I sat in its front seat and had a good coming-of-age cry. Its ample back carried all our possessions on the long haul across Interstate 10. Many years later, after our in-laws passed it down to us for good, my carpenter husband used it to haul sheets of plywood around with the rear seats folded down. ("Better than a pickup truck," he'd crow with delight.) My kids adore it. They named it Vanny, and claim it's secretly a Transformer that can turn into a robot and save the world.
But after 20