It’s my husband’s bad weather daily driver, and our shopping car. It may not be the coolest car in the world. It isn’t very fast, or even particularly fuel efficient.
The passenger seat gives me a backache on long trips, and it smells like old dust and wet dog. It hasn’t seen the inside of a garage since we bought it from my parents in 1998 (?), and since I learned to drive and claimed the end of the driveway for my Buick, it gets parked on the street year round. It’s been wrecked twice; it’s been keyed; it has manual locks and crank down windows. But it runs and it’s paid for and it has a mechanical odometer.
All the way home from the grocery store we were watching it, hoping it would hold until we got home and I could run in and get the camera.
Happy Mechanical Odometer Day, everyone.