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My car has been acting up a lot lately, so I've been thinking about my car a lot lately. The first time I drove it was home from high school graduation. It has 150,000 miles now. It seems like it got old so fast. It has several big door dings from parking on campus, one big dent from when I backed into my mom's new car, and one big dent from when I backed into a tree, but the inside is still pretty nice and clean. I'm kind of amazed I have driven it 150,000 miles and never gotten in a serious accident. It has been to Niagara Falls, Minneapolis, Atlanta, New Orleans, New Mexico... all over. Dozens of trips between Dallas and Tulsa, Dallas and Norman, Norman and Tulsa. I drive it an hour and a half round trip every day. I never thought of it as a he or she or named it like some people do with their cars. Still, it makes me sad to watch it slowly fall apart. We used to always take my car because it was the most reliable, but now I usually try to take someone else's car. Here's a picture of us leaving our wedding in it.
