When I was a kid, I had a dream of owning a compact car so I could park in any spot I wanted. My magnanimous parents helped me start to realize that dream as my graduation/be grown up already present. I love my little Grey Glob. We've been together almost 6 years (in the end of May). That's a really long commitment for me. We've had some great times together driving up and down the road of life. Let's take a look back over the last hundred thousand miles...
At least 7 trips to Utah
One awesome trip to San Diego by way of Disneyland (midnight taco!)
200+ trips between Renton and Sedro-Woolley
9 months of up, down, and all over Utah Valley
A few burger or ice cream/cookie runs
1 speeding ticket from a cop who looked like a grandpa and should have felt bad because I was so pathetic
Countless turtle and rumble strip reminders, not to mention a few close calls with a few orange safety cones
This last year's sweet trunk or treat set up with battery operated votive candles and fabric leaves galore
2 lock outs, equally traumatic, in very different ways
A great RS campout wherein I employed my trunk as a bunk
1 stupid "fender bender"
A few scratches and bangs
2 trips to the Blue Fox Drive-In...one where I ended up in a lawn chair in the rain while the twins and Ariel sprawled in the trunk
1 small dog with a propensity to find, spread, and shred any scrap of paper product
Way too many hours of sitting and building courage to do something like: go to an interview (more than once), talk to that stupid boy (sadly, more than once, and more than one boy), see a new apartment, return the shoes I really didn't need but were so totally cute, cry out whatever made me so angry/sad/confused/hurt that I couldn't go home quite yet, tell a friend I was going to disappoint her...again, go into the party even though I could pretend like I just forgot it was that night, or even eat lunch/dinner/snack in the building by myself (I maintain that food tastes better alone in the car)
Slightly less hours of: waiting for someone or something because I didn't want to drive home in between or I had to be freakishly early, reading a few more pages of a great book, talking to one of said stupid boys, listening to the end of an epic song, listening to the end of a stupid song, giving the phone just one more chance to ring
And so many more things!
When I looked down and saw that the odometer was at 100,016 miles, I was happy for all the great memories I've had with the Glob, bummed I missed the change by 16 miles, wistful over all the wasted hours I've spent in that car, and generally grateful for having a reliable, fun, little car!
Wow, 100,000. That's pretty impressive. I'm not sure I've driven that much in my whole life. Maybe, but probably not.
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