bye, bye camrun.
After only having the 1990 Toyota Camry I named Camrun ("17 years old and still running!") for one month, I'm sad to say that she has died. She is now sitting idle in East Oakland where bottom feeders will rip, pull, tear from her any part that is valuable until she's naked and empty, like a turkey's carcass on Thanksgiving Day.
She was a good car, and I'm thankful we had the time together, even though it was short lived.