Six years ago, I didn’t have a driver’s license. Today, I hit 100,000 miles on my Nissan Altima.
My friends in New York are probably thinking “you drove 100,000 miles? Where the hell did you go?!”
My friends in California are probably thinking “you didn’t have a license six years ago? How the hell did you get around?!”
What I find interesting about this milestone is how quickly it came. I bought my Altima in November, 2002. Two years later,Â I’d put on 30,000 miles (I complained about the cost of maintenance at the time). A linear progression should have me around 80K today.
Where do those additional 300-miles-a-month-on-average come from? Probably from my habit of weekend driving, where I hop in the car with Ying, and drive somewhere “interesting” (which might mean Danville as easily as Napa).
And considering I lived a dozen miles or less from work for 4 1/2 of those 5 1/2 years, that means I drove about a thousand miles a month that aren’t work related.
Six years ago, I could never have imagined driving that much. Now I can’t imagine not driving.
Sigh. I’ve become a suburbanite.
(In case you’re wondering how I managed to snap a photo at 100,000 miles, I went out with about 50 miles remaining, and drove 25 miles, and turned around. No way was I missing this milestone.)