October 7, 2013: Somewhere between Tallahassee and Pensacola, my car hit 100,000 miles.
Jason was kind enough to (pull over and) snap a picture, because he’d borrowed my car for the trip. My elderly CR-V gets better gas mileage than his even-more-elderly Volvo.
I remember the only other time I’ve seen a car roll over to 100,000 – it was my mom’s diesel Mercedes station wagon, which was later all jacked up when she filled it with unleaded gas. Oops.
My 2005 Honda CR-V is the first car I bought all by myself. I researched intensely, like I was planning to use the vehicle for a trip to the moon instead of the grocery store. I found the best price in a 100-mile radius on the model I wanted, and then I took a big ole cashier’s check to the dealership. Yes, I sweated a little when I handed it over. But 9 years and 100,000 miles later, it’s been a good trade. Aside from oil changes and brake jobs, the car has been very low-maintenance. I mean, duh. It’s a Honda.
It’s not a thrilling car. I just spent 20 minutes reviewing my photos from 2013 and I don’t have a single picture of it. But it gets me from point A to point B with a minimum of fuss, and I appreciate that.
Tyler has already called dibs on it when he turns 16.