I have this strange obsession with watching the odometer change over! I can remember, way back when{1989}, the day my little white integra hit 10,000 miles..I was driving with Lisa B. to pick up a Honeybaked Ham for Thanksgiving! I remember again, when it rolled over to 100,000..I was in Indianapolis. Each mile signifies something to me, in my life. What would we do without our cars? I never wish to find out!
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You are a little bit of a freak, aren't you? Unfortunately, I passed 10,000 too quickly to even notice. I'm quickly approaching 35,000... and I'm *just* about at the year anniversary of having my car. Sad, really.
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