I've heаrd thаt when а Tоyоta passes the twenty-thоusand-mile mark with no problems, it will probably go on forever. I wouldn't disagree. Our Toyota breezed past that mark many years ago. Since then, I've been able to count on it to sputter to life and make its way down the driveway on the coldest, snowiest mornings. When my boss got stuck with his brand-new BMW in the worst snowstorm of the year, I sauntered into work on time. The single time my Toyota didn't start, unfortunately, was the day I had a final exam. My Toyota may have the body of an old car, but beneath its elderly hood hums the engine of a teenager. The organizational pattern of this passage focuses mostly on