Did anyone read the story last week about the guy in New England with the Honda Civic that registered one million miles? One million? Really? If you do the math that could be 10,000 a year for 100 years or about 145 trips from New England to the west coast and back or 500,000 trips a mile up the road to the corner store and back. There are so many different combinations that total one million. Now, I understand the car had 74,000 on it when he purchased it in 1996. So, that gave him fifteen years to rack up the remaining 926,000. Again, really? How many times is that around New England? I understand this gentlemen travels throughout the northeast inspecting vehicles for warranty claims and lease terms. But, I’m still left with my mouth agape, trying to utter the number 926,000.
I think on our busiest year we totaled 25,000, and that included my husband traveling two hours to work, one way from East Brunswick, New Jersey to Orangeburg, New York. They indicated this had been a first for the car maker, which takes me to my next point. Remember back in the day when people bought vehicles, they requested it come off the line on a Tuesday or Friday – supposedly, better days for employees? So, if you believe in karma, on the day this product came off the track all the stars and the moon lined up; every person that touched the merchandise had restful nights for however long needed, and had no problems whatsoever at home. It also involved the materials used to make every part going into its construction – wonder substances. When do you think another one of these days or weeks could be expected? Oh, so many questions. I don’t know, the behavior I’m about to describe may be a female thing. But, if I’m driving, and the gas light comes on, I’m sweating and taking detours to get to the nearest gas station. Any noise automatically warrants a trip around the block with my husband in complete attentiveness or at the least a quick trip to the mechanic. And, let me just mention, we bought our first brandy new auto back in the eighties – boy, did that qualify for the newly instituted “Lemon Law.” What I’m saying is, I am seriously impressed.
On another note, what kind of sounds come from an automobile with that much wear? I mean…..normally, you know when to purchase a new car or at least another one – little, stupid things begin to happen. Oh, let’s say the turn signal handle comes loose, and you have to hold it in order for the light to work; a door handle continues to fall off, no matter how many times it’s repaired; the rear view mirror falls off, although it’s glued with industrial strength adhesive; one of your headlights continues to short out, probably due to an electrical problem. The list can go on and on, and this is all attributed to age. So, what I’m saying is, every day, every single time I went to start up that jalopy I would do it with a prayer. But, the more I think of this, I think it may have to do with that other chromosome, because there are just some things women will not tolerate. Hey, I may be mistaken, but if you were paying attention, the article did not mention a wife or woman in any form of the word. Therefore, Your Honor, I rest my case.
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