I’ve done some pretty extraordinary things in my twenty-two years on this fine earth: climbed mountains, killed birds, and invented words…
But this afternoon, after a long drive back from Ithaca and a few trips to friends’ and families’ houses, I reached a long-standing goal of mine: I’ve taken my 1989 Volvo 740GL Station Wagon, a vehicle handed down to me by my parents when I was a mere junior in high school, to 240,000 miles. This leaves me 10,000 miles to get to my ultimate goal – a quarter million miles.
239,999
To note, my odometer and my speed gauge didn’t work for a few months during my senior year of high school. That’s right, I drove around not knowing how fast I was going – simply keeping up with the traffic, and not knowing how many miles were going on the car. Now, I’m not making excuses here, I’m not trying to prove that I have more miles than my odometer says I do, I’m just making it known…
240,000
It’s about 250 miles from my house to Ithaca. I’ll drive back after this break, maybe home and back for Spring Break, and then home after *tear* graduation. That’s another thousand miles. Only another 9,000 miles after that. I don’t have a time frame set quite yet, but I’ll get there.
How ’bout you, Turks? How many miles your Volv got? More than me? Anybody else got a high-mileage car?
