While tooling around for lunch I notice this:
My beater turned 200K miles. For me this comes as some surprise. Back in 1994 I would have never dreamed of the landscapes I have viewed through this windshield (well, this is the third). Nor would I have stopped and thought about the people that have come and gone in the passenger seat. I felt them in the here and now. They have gone, yet this old friend remains. I know everything about her. I know when she is telling me something is wrong. She has gone on pilgrimages with me to grounds of my youth. I must remember where I came from and the proud, hard working people that took great care to insure I would not forget.
What makes it even better is another car with the same proud pony came to these places before under my hand. Before I took the wheel on that one, my Mother's hand was the one on the wheel. Strangely now she will not drive this car.
It made me stop. Remember. Here is the 1994 resting with her older sister.
Time Machines all. You just have to listen closely to hear. Some never will.