August 9th, 2017

My mind is relaxed. My mind is relaxed. My mind is COMPLETELY relaxed. Today marked the sixth year that I've been driving a Civic. I've driven over 115,000 miles in it, which adds up to about 19,000 miles every year, or about 52 miles every day. Which is fairly accurate, except when I solely worked from home, and wouldn't leave for weeks at a time, but driving about 100 miles every day, now, is balancing it out. It's almost silly thinking about it now, but my first instinct when I got it home was to bring out some work lights and photograph it. It's almost as if I've always loved photographing automobiles, even when I wasn't as good at it as I am now. Overall, though, this car means a lot to me. The purchasing of this car signifies a massive turn in my life. I had been out of what my close friends call the worst relationship (to be fair: both parties were equally awful... kids, am I right?) I've ever been in for a while, and had just about to swear off ever trying to date ever again. Shortly after making my mind up on that, of course, Sarah and I started dating. I guess you could say that my buying the Civic symbolized me moving into adulthood. Over the years, of course, this simple car has been run ragged. It's the fastest car I've ever had, and it is driven as such, on and off road. I can count on one hand the number of times it's been airborne. It's gotten high-centered on a mid trail. And it's been bounced around enough to the point where the front skid plate started to fall off and needed to be ripped off the car on the side of the road. We've driven to Atlanta on a whim and have been all the way to North Carolina, and that will definitely not be the last trip for it. I've said it before, and I'll say it again and again. This Civic is more than a car, more than a friend. I love it, and wouldn't give it up for anything. Except maybe a blue F-150...