This morning on my way to work, my car hit the 100,000 mile mark. I was on Hwy. 31, passing by St. Vincent's Hospital -- the place where both Emily and Kendall were born. Brandi Carlile's "The Story" was playing on the radio.
Once I got off the highway, I pulled over on 2nd Ave. to take a picture commemorating the occasion. Luckily, I was close enough to my exit so that the odometer didn't advance a digit.
Since at 50,000 miles (when its warranty expired) my car suddenly needed numerous maintenance updates, I'm expecting things to begin breaking any time now. Pay no attention to the engine light in the picture, though -- it's been on for two years, and the mechanics can't figure out what's causing it.
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