Today was defined by a classic milestone:
The second car.
The fully-equipped 2004 Solara in a bold, beautiful red body was a looker. No doubt about that. I was the recipient of this sporty gem just in time for those years in college when one needs to get away from campus sans the bus and its predetermined schedule. Maya (the Solara) served me well for nearly 10 years and more than 128,000 miles.
There were good memories and those moments I wish didn’t happen. These are the accidents when the car behind me was speeding and then rams into the back of the car, severely damaging the bumper. However, that Toyota-made bumper protected me, so point to Toyota.
Anyways, the day arrived when I needed some new wheels. The great steering, stylish finish, powerful engine, dependability, affordability and incredible safety record led me, after an exhaustive search of countless car models, to return to the land of the Camry.
A 2016 Toyota Camry XLE, to be precise.
After a successful and comfortable ride home from the dealership late tonight in the rain (good sign), one thing came to mind. Enduring the joys and periodic pitfalls of driving a car for such a long time results in unforgettable milestones (100,000 mile mark!) and nostalgic reminiscing.
I’m gonna be showing you something we can all relate to.
And yes, I played and sang along to “500 Miles” by The Proclaimers on many, many occasions.
Maya had great acoustics.
Today has the potential to be game-changing, literally six years in the making.
These are the moments we work for during the workweek grind and on those beautiful Saturday mornings, afternoons and nights when everyone else is out having fun. Interestingly, for the past several years, the goal has remained the same. However, the chances of it coming to fruition has been a relentlessly nervi circumstance (thank you Ian Darke). Just like other valuable things in my life, I don’t want to make the mistake of getting too ahead of myself (it’s happened before with not so happy results).
But what if it really happens this time?
In that case, the celebration will paint the night sky like the 4th of July while I write the final words of a chapter never intended to extend beyond a brief rest between major chapters in my life. If all goes well (especially if the good news is told today), then I will feel like I just won a million dollars.
Speaking of which, that reminds me of a song by a band that sings the theme song to a sitcom in which the actors are currently requesting a million dollars per episode.
In the real and imagined world of having a million dollars, what would I do…?
Let’s revisit what the Barenaked Ladies think about this proposition:
The best thing is that “a million dollars” doesn’t literally have to be a million dollars.
It’s just that feeling of winning something so awesome that things start to fall into place with joyous, relieved precision.
What does a million dollars mean to you?