The odometer on my 1995 Honda Accord station wagon rolled over to 200,000 miles on my way home! As destiny would have it, the event occurred exactly as I was crossing the Kettle River, on the beautiful route (though it was dark) I drive so often. I am convinced those Accords never die; they just rust away slowly if you let 'em. We have another one, a 1990 manual transmission sedan, currently on loan to my stepson, with over 400,000 on it. Kilometers, that is. It originated in Canada. But no matter how you do the math, I'm pretty impressed with their record. And they do get up to 30 miles per gallon, which is easy on the bank account and easier on the environment than most other options. And it's paid for!
Another thing worth celebrating: I swam 1000 meters on Tuesday and today. It doesn't quite feel like swimming did when I was 14 and on the junior high swim team, but I'm not in as bad of shape as I thought I was. I can still sprint freestyle 50 yards, although it takes longer to recover.