It’s been exactly one year sitting 3 levels underground, it was never started once.
Replaced the battery, oil change, I turned the key and amazing.
If you see Mario at the Willowdale Canadian Tire say hi for me, nicest guy.
I picked up the keys, climbed inside and from the parking lot called CAA… “so I’m covered when we hang up?” Yes. Turn key.
We’re back in business.
I’d forgotten what is was like to drive something I’m so familiar with, knowing the nuances.
Below is the sum total of everything that glows inside my car.
So little compared to cars today, eh. The stereo has been broken for years, no music at all.
172,280 miles* = 277,257 km
Now that we’re flying around again, I’m all conflicted about crushing it. I think I can eek out a little more from it, use it as a drop car till the spring, and crush it then. I am having serious attachment issues with this thing, so dumb, it’s worth nothing.
* the Canadian Explorer drove an American car
