I drive.

A lot.

We’re not talking about hour long, or even 15 minute long, commutes. But when I work freelance gigs, they tend to be fairly local (within 6 hours). Sometimes that’s just a pointless distance to fly, so I’ll drive. Make a little extra coin for my hassle.

Which is why I wanted to get a new car in the first place.

My old Stratus (Everybody: “I DRIVE A DODGE STRATUS!”) was a great car. I really enjoyed it, in fact. Sunroof, 4-disc CD changer, major mechanical repairs every 5,000 miles. I started buying it in college, but recently it was turning into a money pit, and I almost owned the whole thing (the last 5 months of loan payments I didn’t get to were for the back fifth of the car).

Blah, blah, blah, new car.

Well, I’ve only had the Impala for about 40 days and I’ve already managed to put 1,000 miles on it! I know you might say, “well that’s average if you figure oil changes every 3 months or 3,000 miles,” but look at Maggie’s Prius, it took her more than three months to get to 1,000 miles!

Oh. Were you expecting more? Nope, that’s it. Just what ran through my head when I looked down at my odometer as I was leaving work. That and how tasty a beer sounded.