To the moon

As my 1995 Honda Passport's odometer approached 200,000 miles, I joked that I wanted to take it "to the moon." The average distance to the moon from earth is 238,857 miles, and I figured if I had made it this far, the additional 40,000 or so miles would be a cinch. Alas, it was not to be. I sold my Honda this past Friday to the gentleman in the photo, Perry. He was pretty happy. I was pretty melancholy. Eighteen years is a long time to hang onto a vehicle, and it was not an easy transition. But it's a part of the plan, which makes it worth it. Tomorrow, we will begin our drive east to Savannah, where Whispering Jesse is waiting for us to sail her to Mexico. The adventure begins.

"It's Time for Change"

I drive an old 1995 Honda Passport with a bumper sticker on the back window. Up until a few months ago, it was "Save the Planet: Gore 2008", but when it became apparent that Al was not going to run, I chipped it off and replaced it with one that says, "It's Time for Change: Barack Obama 2008".

During my drive home this evening, traffic was backed up at a four-way stop sign. As I waited to go through, a gentleman in a brand-new, mother of pearl-colored Cadillac Escalade rolled past me on the right. To me, nothing screams "I'm an asshole" louder than a Cadillac Escalade, especially one with that perverse milky paint job.

As he went by, he put his arm out the window in a thumbs-down gesture. At first I was confused. Was he commenting on my driving? But then it occurred to me that he was making a non-verbal comment about my bumper sticker. Everybody is entitled to their opinion, I guess. I smiled and flipped him the bird.