There's something wrong with me ...

Something very very wro-o-o-ong with me. Why is that, you ask? Here's why.

I not only thought my odometer reading was cool, I actually took a picture of it. And now I'm posting it here.

I'm sick, I tell you. Sick in the heed.

Serving suggestion. Actual mileage may vary. Not valid in Utah.


  1. 121,212 miles on it? My car has less than 10k. And it's 3 years old. I do a lot of driving, I tell ya.

    I'd like to see a picture of your speedometer at the 160 mark. Do it. I dare you.

  2. Oh, you know damned well I'll take a picture when my car hits 123,456. Even if I'm on a fucking bridge, I'll stop and take that.

    And yeah, I'll probably hang onto this bitch (my car) until it hits 160 or more. For one, it's still running strong, despite little things that are showing age. For two, I can't afford an equivalent replacement just yet.



Dance for me, my little puppets ...