Its more bad news about the Freelander.
She's on her way to The Great Car Park in the Sky.
My insurance company have been in touch and their plan is to write her off after last week's accident.
One day last week, I went to collect my belongings and say goodbye.
It was really sad. I have been driving around in the Freelander since I was 21.
Like a time capsule for the last seven years of my life, the glove box and deep door-pockets contain countless reminders, quite literally. There were dentist appointment reminders for my wisdom tooth extraction, hotel bills for long weekends spent in the Lakes, ultrasound pictures of Abigail and dozens of pay-and-display tickets for trips long ago and loads of other stuff.
I took some photos of the damage, but have decided not to post them.
Instead, I've dug out some other photos as a happier and more fitting tribute.
Below are some easy to find digital ones, there are some prints in the loft, but it'll be a while before I get round to those.
Other memories without pictures
Good times and bad:
- We took Lucy to the vets when she broke her leg.
- Took mum to the Preston hospital when she fell off her beer scooter.
- Razzing to the Vic when Clare went into labour.
- Weekends in the Lakes at the Caravan.
- Trips back and forth from Lancaster University.
- Journeys down to Reading.
- Three jobs
- Two houses
- The start-to and end-of every work day for years...
Mileage and Time Spent in the Driver's Seat
Over the last 7 years, I've managed to clock up about 125,000 miles in the Freelander.
Each working day for the last seven years, I've spent about 2 hours a day in the driver's seat. That's an hour there, and an hour back.
By my reconing, that's 7 years x 220 working days/year x 2 hours = 3,080 hours = 128 days = 18 weeks.
Oh my God.
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