Today was an expensive day. I took my trusty 1998 Honda in for its 150,000-mile maintenance checkup. As the fixes started added up, I succumbed to the realization that my reliable (and sexy) silver Accord was nearing the end of days. Among the choruses of “I’ve been saying that for a while now” and choirs of “It’s about time” even I admitted that with our growing family – father, mother, twin brothers and two rambunctious labs – we’re going to need a bigger car.
I bemoaned this fact to my mother, lamenting that the poor little car is only 12 years old. She mentioned the longest lasting car she ever owned was a Nissan Maxima, which existed in our family for 13 years. I wouldn’t necessarily agree that the car “lasted” all those years . . . Continue reading