Hitting 200,000 miles

Big Red made it to 200,000 miles! That's some sort of big thing, right? I have to say, the romantic, dreamy, sappy part of my soul said to the romantic, dreamy, sappy part of my brain..."Wow. 200,000 miles of marriage and divorce." My former husband bought the truck not two weeks before meeting me for the first time, we got married and traveled from one coast to the other in that truck and now, after almost two years of divorce, I've got the truck and it still runs. And, it's hit the magic number.

Don't get me wrong, I've wanted to get rid of that damned truck.

I'm not really a truck kind of girl. I'm more a Jeep kind of girl. But, the truck pulls the art festival trailer, and that's my line of work. So, the former husband gave me the truck, with the bad universal joints, the nicks and dents and the bald tires. And the many thousands of miles. What a peach.

So, I tried to trade it in, but with no full-time job, it wasn't going to happen. Not to mention I had just moved back to Florida, so no history. I was trapped in the memories of the truck. I knew where every scratch, ding, and dent had happened. I vacuumed the truck to remove all traces of a former life and found Cheerios from the step-granddaughter and gummy-bears stuck to the back seat. I found those annoying plastic toothpicks the former husband used when he couldn't find an old Sweet N' Low packet and I ripped off the Velcro that used to hold his sunglass holder. 

I tried, and am still trying, to take ownership of the truck. But, there is so much tied up in it, that it's hard for me. 

So, I'm stuck with it for a while, it seems. And, now that Big Red has passed her 200,000 mile mark, we're bonded. Because, I've sure as hell passed mine.