I spent the first part of my life in this car. I think my sibling's resentment of me was planted when, on the 17-hour journeys to Salt Lake City, UT, they were forced to squeeze in the back seat with the large Igloo cooler while I luxuriated in a custom-made bed in the rear of the station wagon. I can't help it that my parents loved me best.
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