Nine years and five months ago the Civic had 4 miles on it. Now it has some small amount over 200,000 miles. And I did it all wrong. I should have arranged it so that I was in some exotic place like West Point or Sidney, Cairo or York, Hershey or Madrid, Oxford or Peru, Prague or Louisville, Springfield or St. Paul. Anywhere but here:
This is the most boring part of my daily drive. The only saving grace it has is that you can pass people here. It’s only other claim to fame is that Samith hit a deer here in college*.
How many miles are on your car? I’m just curious, not bragging or anything.
*Honestly, I don’t know how that deer got accepted at Concordia in the first place, but its none-to-glorious college career was cut abruptly short that day.