Today: 203,067 miles. 85% of the distance to the moon. Destination, the Sea of Longevity.

1999 Toyota Tacoma. A dinky two-door job. Still running. It’s old enough to buy itself a drink. Has a shell on the back. I’m the kind of guy who runs the car until it runs no more or isn’t cost affordable. Get regular oil changes, general maintenance, nothing spectacular. A life utility vehicle. Little rusty around the edges, and definitely a car for an old dude who doesn’t have to impress the chicks. As a matter of fact, it tends to attract older guys, like me, who walk up and say “that is such a cool truck.”