I officially have an old car. Sigh. My 2014 pearl finish Equinox is about to run over 100,000 miles. It lacks 24 miles and I watch it like a hawk. I want to see the transition. I can’t believe it will be 10 years old in August and it still looks new, well almost. There was that blind driver who left a deep gouge in the driver’s side front panel and drove away. I found it that way when I got back to the parking lot.

Monday the Equinox goes into the body shop to buff out the wet concrete that the concrete cutting machine slung on it as I crossed the overpass in town. I filed a claim for enough to buff it out. Car washings didn’t get it clean.

I’ve put 3 batteries and 2 sets of tires on this car and there was the one time that it blew a chip in the traction control area, which blew another, and then another . . . That cost me almost $1700. But aside from that the car has been great. I even bought the CD to update the GPS. Yes, it has a CD player.

I may have been born with new car fever. My dad was always buying and selling cars and restoring old ones. I was often in the garage with him to help with minor things. He used to pay me to wash, wax, and clean the inside of his vehicles and taught me to shine up the white sidewall tires before I could drive them. I tried to get Dad to read Stephen King’s Christine. He wasn’t much of a reader. He was a mechanic.

I love a shiny new car and that new car smell. My local dealership obviously knows this and I get emails and texts weekly showing me what they have that they’d love to sell me. I love new cars. I hate car payments.

So, for now, the Equinox and I are good friends. When it starts to break monthly costing me more than monthly payments, I will trade it in. But for now, it is clean, full of gas, and in the garage waiting to roll over the last 24 miles. But that is Another Story for another Time.

What are you reading/writing/creating this week?