On Thanksgiving Kathy and I went down to my brother’s for dinner. We have been doing this for the last several years. Time spent with family is always nice.
I pick up my other brother and the three of us head down. I like road trips. If you have been reading my posts for a while you know that if the mood strikes, Kathy and I take off for the day. Sometimes it might be just to go and get dinner.
There are so many interesting things to see while in the cat. I admit that I miss most of them because I am driving. Kathy will often say, “Oh, look at that,” or, “Did you see that?” Most times my answer will be , “No, I didn’t.”
There is one thing, however, that I try not to miss when we are out. This just shows how little it takes to get me excited. I love when the odometer rolls over so that the mileage reads the same frontwards as backwards. What can I say? I need to get a life.
Anyway, the latest milestone occurred on Thanksgiving after I dropped my brother off at his place and we were going home. It happened just as we got to the Hegins exit on I-81. The odometer turned.
How cool! I wonder where I will be when it reaches 82628, or 83000 (not the same I know), or…I really got to get a life.
I will say that I do miss the old cars where the odometer counted tenths of a mile. That really led to anticipation as you saw the numbers roll over.