We bought our used Honda CR-V during Tessa’s first year. It had about as many miles on it as she did, so I figure they’re even. The CR-V replaced a 1985 sedan that was not made for scooping an infant car seat in and out of it. My Honda has been such a welcome addition to our garage.
I tend to think of my CR-V, then, as an odometer for my life with Tessa. This week we went from this (lower counter):
So I figure Tessa and I just rolled over 100,000 miles together, too. All during the same week when we got The Call about her 8 years ago. (Coincidentally, this is also the week we got The Call about Reed 6 years ago. Ahhh, Spring. More reasons to love it.)
That breaks down to about 12,500 miles per year. Or about 35 a day.
Really?? Some days seems like more; some days seems like less.
I am due for a tune-up. Soon I am taking a business trip to a place with a beach, so I’ll have a chance to, uh, change my muffler (is that taking the metaphor too far? doesn’t it sound slightly naughty?). I’m looking for a guest blogger or two. If you have a post you’d like to submit, email it to me this week.
Back to my main topic with a question for those of you in Canada and other metric system countries: would you have called this post “Kilometerstone”?
* Thanks to Roger for taking these photos on the skiing side of the Eisenhower Tunnel when he borrowed my CR-V. Stopping to take pictures of the odometer was part of the deal. Which he dutifully fulfilled. Under pain of death.
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