Old Faithful

The first love of my life turned old today.

I don't know how old... I think only 9 years in 2008, but she hit 100,000 miles this week, and as much as I love her, I'm thinking as soon as financially possible, I need a new car.

My old Mazda has been a blessing. She was cheap, and though she doesn't exactly run well she doesn't have any real mechanical faults, besides the passenger door clicker-lock thing doesn't work. She's not the most polite car, it does take some finesse to shift if she's too cold, or you aren't used to a sticky clutch.

But she's been good to me, and we've been through a lot in the last 8 years, since I was a *blankety-blank* 16 year-old kid working at Mervyns. She's been paid off for over 4 years, and I'm not exactly welcoming the prospect of another monthly bill, but I need to consider the safety of my kiddo too. Plastic car plus baby does not make calm thoughts.

So, to my first baby girl, my longest friend, Happy One-Hundred Thousand Miles!