Thanks for getting me there and back.

I sold my car three hours after putting on craigslist. It is said that craigslist is responsible for destroying newspapers through their loss of ad revenue. You just cannot get that kind of response time from the printed word. So while I still have my copy of the last PI along with the last copy of Detroit’s Orbit magazine, I also have a hand full of one-hundred dollar bills.

Gone is the first car my wife and I bought together when I was stationed in Southern California what seems like a life time ago. Gone is the car that took us over the mountains, down into the Anza-Borrego desert. Gone is the car that took us the length of the 5 from border to border. Gone is the car that took us up and into the Olympic and Cascade Mountains, down forrest service roads that were never meant for such commuting.

I hated that car. It was the ugliest car I’ve owned, and I always wanted something more aesthetically pleasing, something more chic, a Jetta perhaps. But that target market has since passed me by. The Camry was by far the most reliable car I have ever owned. I put a hundred thousand miles on it in the six years we owned it for a total of 180-something. I am convinced there will easily be a hundred thousand more. It’s too bad I couldn’t have seen her through to two-hundred-thousand, but onward to better things. Onward toward an enhanced driver license with motorcycle endorsement, a Triumph Thruxton, and a five dollar commute.