Newspaper article The Record (Bergen County, NJ)

100,000-Mile Milestone Now in the Rearview Mirror

Newspaper article The Record (Bergen County, NJ)

100,000-Mile Milestone Now in the Rearview Mirror

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One of the fun things about the president's trip to Cuba was seeing all the vintage cars on the news.

Reporting on them for, Jerry Edgerton -- who made his own trip to the island back in January -- fussed over a hot pink taxi he rode in. The car, actually a 1955 Dodge, had been refitted with a Mercedes diesel engine and painted a tropical shade that I'm pretty sure no Eisenhower-era Dodge ever got painted.

Among Edgerton's other sightings: A red-and-white 1956 Chevrolet, a two-tone 1954 Buick and a blue 1954 Plymouth.

"I felt as if I had been transported right back to my teenage years in 1950s Indiana," Edgerton wrote.

I was born in 1955, a few months after that now-hot-pink Dodge rolled off the assembly line. And about 10 years later, one of my English teachers asked my class to name some things that "you never see anymore."

One student said, "a 10-year-old car" which many of us agreed wasn't nearly as unusual as she seemed to think it was.

I'm reminded off all this because last week, when no one was looking -- not even me -- my 2003 Nissan Pathfinder passed the 100,000 miles mark.


Where does the time go?

I purchased her in the fall of 2002, after leasing my previous two Pathfinders.

Before that, I drove a Mazda RX-7.

Remember those little things?

That's what I was tooling around in, back in 1990, when I began working at The Record. At the time, I was still commuting from Long Island and, let me tell you, there was nothing quite like being surrounded by 18-wheelers on the Cross-Bronx Expressway in a car the size of a candy bar.

On one particular afternoon, I was surrounded on three sides by 18-wheelers, with one of those flatbed trucks filled with other people's cars rattling around in front of me.

I know how securely cars are attached to those flatbeds. But I don't care. I don't want to drive behind one.

For the record, I also will not drive behind a car that has a mattress tied to its roof. Of course, all things being equal, I'd rather get hit with a mattress than a Ford Bronco. But nothing compares to getting hit with nothing whatsoever.

I eventually traded in my RX-7 for an SUV and never looked back. …

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