I may only have a learner's permit, but I can assure you that, should I actually get a driver's license, you will never see me behind the wheel of a Camry. Life is short, and it's even shorter for me — car-wise, that is. (And if I keep walking into traffic, it's going to be short in all ways.) Having lived for decades without wheels of my own, I am going to insist upon driving something racy, even if I'm a ringer for the Little Old Lady from Pasadena by the time I get around to it. I'm predicting it will be an ancient, ratty Porsche, although a battered Z3 might be more realistic, and I might have to settle for a Miata.