50,000 Miles

This is my scooby truck, Morris hitting 50K miles.

Traveling north on I-25 in New Mexico on my way back from Las Cruces. It’s December 30, 2010, a little after Noon. I am approaching mile marker 373. Is this monumental? Is it worthy of being included here? I don’t know, but it is. Here’s the video just for fun.

Why does this matter? As I write this it’s a new decade. My car making it to 50 thousand miles. A first beer; a first kiss; a first speeding ticket. Some happen when technology is around to record the event. Others are just vague memories triggered by random stuff… Fuzzy edges all around.

I can remember the following milage events, only cause I was there:

1974 Plymouth Valiant – 100K miles: Some where near Conifer, Colorado, circa 1985. Stopped by the side of the road, and smashed a ‘soda’ bottle against the bumper. Dad, this was not my idea… Was it Brad or Jim? I don’t remember, but the big chrome hunk of metal was not effected. Good thing.

1973 Plymouth Duster – 100K Miles: Sometime between 1988-1989, traveling back to Durango, Colorado. It was dark, and cold… unremarkable actually. Alice was my Duster. So named from the dealership where my Gran and Granddad purchased it. In 1986 when Gran decided it was time for a new car, I got care and custody of the Duster. It was a good first car.