I drive, but I’m not driven by cars.

What I mean is I’m not a car guy.

I value them as a mode of transportation, not a status symbol.

As long as it’ll get us there, I’m happy.

What you see here is a younger, heavier me posing with my new Hyundai Sonata in May 2012.

Thirteen years ago, Obama was living in the White House.

Not much has changed since then, right?

It may surprise you to know Tom and I still own and drive this car today.

It gets us to and from the store, the gym, the library, our doctor appointments, my chorus rehearsals.

The odometer reads almost 132,000, but this Illinois remnant remains a constant in our Arizona life.

Fortunately, in spite of its engine seizing at 98,000 in 2021, our indigo friend remained under warranty.

So, we had the engine replaced free-of-charge four years ago.

I don’t know how long our somewhat-saggy-but-still-sensible sedan will last.

We change the oil regularly. We buy new tires, batteries, windshield wipers as needed.

They whither in the Arizona heat faster, but its body remains sturdy. Like its two owners.

With the threat of tariffs hanging heavy in the desert air, we have no need to buy new soon.

We will ride through life with our trusty old friend, as long as it’ll get us there.