100 Days of Less

November
S M T W T F S
1 2 3 4 5 6 7
8 9 10 11 12 13 14
15 16 17 18 19 20 211
222 233 244 255 266 277 288
299 3010          
December
S M T W T F S
    111 212 313 414 515
616 717 818 919 1020 1121 1222
1323 1424 1525 1626 1727 1828 1929
2030 2131 2232 2333 2434 2535 2636
2737 2838 2939 3040 3141    
January
S M T W T F S
          142 243
344 445 546 647 748 849 950
1051 1152 1253 1354 1455 1556 1657
1758 1859 1960 2061 2162 2263 2364
2465 2566 2667 2768 2869 2970 3071
3172            
February
S M T W T F S
  173 274 375 476 577 678
779 880 981 1082 1183 1284 1385
1486 1587 1688 1789 1890 1991 2092
2193 2294 2395 2496 2597 2698 2799
28100            

My Car

This is only the sec­ond car I’ve ever owned. The first was a 1990 Ford Ranger, black. The trans­mis­sion died a noisy death and in 2002 my par­ents were gra­cious enough to pass this car on to me.

With almost 200,000 miles she still runs young, but her body shows rough around the edges. Cer­tain doors don’t work right. I haven’t had a pas­sen­ger mir­ror in years. Some would say, how­ever back­handed, that she has character.

Ear­lier today I dropped the car off at my aunt’s place. My cousin will pick it up in a few days. I believe the trans­mis­sion on his vehi­cle is in the mid­dle of a death rat­tle, and it’s only fit­ting that this reli­able old bag take up the cause of trans­port­ing a young gent around.

1998 Gold Camry

And there we have it. It’s all gone. Ehhh well, there are things, things which some mem­bers of my fam­ily would rather I leave with them than throw away. I’ll oblige. They’re with me here in Corn­ing now as I begin this trip. I still have a few posts for the side­bar — a pack­ing list and an overview of my inter­na­tional phone plan, at least — which I still intend to write. But as far as the cal­en­dar is con­cerned: The 100 days are over.

An unex­pected ben­e­fit from this blog: Trans­ferred anx­i­ety. I told D a few days ago, by forc­ing myself to blog each day I wor­ried more about find­ing the time to blog the throw­away than actu­ally throw­ing some­thing away. I stayed too busy to let any­thing sink in.

With­out get­ting into unnec­es­sary details, Fri­day night/Saturday morn­ing brought about the cul­mi­na­tion of a lot of that pent up anx­i­ety spiked with a lit­tle phys­i­cal pain. Thanks Eva, for help­ing me deal with it in the moment. And thanks to my awe­some fam­ily and friends for your con­stant sup­port. You all fuck­ing rock.

Published on February 28, 2010

3 Responses to “My Car”

  1. Elle says:

    Have a safe trip, Caleb! Take pho­tos of every­thing! Well, almost everything. ;)

  2. Auntie says:

    Awwww,those are some nice words about your car.She will miss you,but not worry she will be taken care of. ;)

  3. cody says:

    thanks Caleb, it was super gen­er­ous of you too give me your car man. ill take good care of her for you, dont worry lol. I’ve never really had a reli­able car so this will be a first for me and you made that pos­si­ble. i wish you the best of luck on your jour­ney too china. its pretty cool that your gunna get too do some­thing that big in proportion.…(literally china haha).i cant even imag­ine the head stress you been get­tin lately. well i have the good ol camary on the road in no time hehe. thanks cousin. much love

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