My 100,000 miles have nothing on this

I wrote about our Honda Odyssey van reaching its 100,000 milestone a few weeks ago and have received quite a bit of feedback from it. I’m not alone in my feelings for our vehicle.

The best response I received was an email from Susan Gilbert of Fremont. With her permission, I am sharing her comments about her experience with their family van. Her children are Kaitie, 18, Kelsey, 16, and Kimbert, 14.

I enjoyed your article about your family van, but the first word that came to my mind after reading it was “rookie.” Yes, your van is still a rookie.

I purchased my 2003 Town & Country van in 2004. It had a mere 22,000 on it. My daughters were 4, 6 and 8 at the time. I am a single mom and that has been our primary mode of transportation all these years. My van is also reaching a milestone. It is about to roll over to the magic mileage of 222,222 later this week.

I work two part-time jobs — one is a computer job I am lucky enough to be able to do from home, and the other is of the clerk for my town. The town hall is about 8 miles from my home. So how was I able to rack up all that mileage? Much like you. I have driven to preschool, Sunday school and 4K. To countless T-ball and Little League games, volleyball games, summer band practices, 4-H horse events, karate lessons, dance practices, summer concerts and countless trips to the Fox River Mall. We have taken yearly trips to the dentist, pediatricians and have even visited the orthopedic clinic numerous times for broken bones. I have driven my daughters and their friends to their first homecoming and first prom and came back to pick them up at the end of the night.

High school has brought us more volleyball, track, music and many more social events, including one graduation. There are times I have driven back and fourth to the high school four times in the same day. My oldest daughter has just finished her first year of college; my youngest was just confirmed.

I often joke that I will be driving that van down U.S. 10 and the doors will fly off, followed by other parts, piece by piece, until I am skidding down the road in my bucket seat, holding the steering wheel while I slowly come to a stop beside the road. Then I will be in the market for a new vehicle.

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