Oh my.
I took this picture because as I parked at work my truck rolled to 186,000 miles. I know. That’s kind of a silly thing to do, but I was going to send it to Troy and tease about needing to trade her in for a newer model.
This morning while drinking coffee, I was scrolling pictures and stopped.
This picture could be MY gauges.
Lots of miles and running on empty.
A little dusty too.
I am fortunate Troy doesn’t want a newer model.
I still have a few bells and whistles that work. And I top off my tank every weekend in preparation for a new week.
I’ve earned the miles.
And believe me, they aren’t all highway miles!
I’ve had some engine work, but no body work. At least I know that option is there if I need it.
A few dings and scuffs. My paint isn’t as bright as it once was, but appearance doesn’t affect performance.
As of late, my happy coffee is my fuel additive, giving me that extra boost each day.
I’ve never been garage kept, but being exposed to the elements just made me tougher.
And now, I am a classic!
A 1964 model.
So maybe my mileage isn’t all that much.
Tanks are refillable and a good spa day does wonders, not to mention an oil change and a new pair of shoes here and there.
Goodness, I am married to a car guy! How many women compare themselves to a vehicle. I am just glad he appreciates the classics, and he knows how to make them look and feel brand new.
I’m his living and breathing Retro-Mod.
And I have many miles of highway and back roads ahead of me.
Strap in and hang on if you are going to be a part of my journey!
Lorene