I guess that's why I'm dreading this coming week -- I don't have a press vehicle, and I have to fall back on my own SUV to get me around. "Moose" is a 1994 Toyota 4Runner with nearly 140,000 miles on the clock. He sits around a lot, but he's always ready to take a run to the dog park or over to the home center to pick up bags of soil and manure (I try not to push my limits when it comes to press vehicles. Well, due to the vagaries of scheduling, I have a lot of driving to do this week, and just Moose to get me around.
It just goes to show how far quality has come along in the past few decades. Common wisdom used to dictate that a car was on its last legs at 100,000 miles, or at the very least on its way to a major overhaul. Moose has never let me down, and has never required any attention beyond routine maintenance and wear and tear.
Maybe that's why I'm so concerned about driving him this week -- I don't want to press my luck, and I don't want to push my old friend beyond his limits.
Maybe I should look into buying Moose a younger brother -- perhaps another, younger Toyota 4Runner?
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