My Scoobie celebrated its first birthday on May 4. With just more than 18,000 miles, I’ve driven her quite a bit since the 11 miles on the odometer when I drove off the lot a year ago. So happy birthday to the Scoob. I pay an arm and a leg for the car that’s caused me lots of anxiety and earned me my first speeding ticket in more than 5 years, but it’s worth it. It’s great having a car that’s safe, fast, functional, has room for 100 pounds of dog (and then some), gets me to and from Tahoe without chains, sticks to the road like nobody’s business, looks good, and is a shitload of fun to drive.
Here’s to you, Scoobie, and the next 100,000 miles. (OK, so I’m talking to my car in my blog. Have I lost my mind?)