Thursday, February 26, 2009

Day 57


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!  

1 comment:

Theresa said...

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.