Early Sunday afternoon, at the foot of Mousam Lake, just as I passed the beach where I went swimming countless times as a child, the old beast finally hit the 300,000 mile mark. It was even running on vegetable oil at the time, just as I always hoped it would be.
There is more, about the car, and life. A number of noteworthy things have happened this spring, some good, some disappointing, but nothing too terribly horrible. Waiting is almost filled, and soon the real fun will begin.