Westy -- our 1987 Volkswagen Vanagon, conversion to camper thanks to Westfalia (and truly, thank you very much, Westfalia) -- known to one and all as Westy -- hit a milestone.
|199,993 . . .|
199,993 miles! Whoo hoo!
|199,997 . . .|
We bought Westy in 2000, when she was a young girl of 13 and had -- get this -- 49,000 miles on her. She was, in those heady, glorious days, a Creampuff.
|199,999 . . . 0|
So we proceeded to live in her and drive her around the country eight times in the ensuing eight years, stopping for months at a time in some of the very coolest places the U.S. of A. has to offer.
|199,999 . . . 1|
Those were fabulous times. There were a couple not so fabulous times, too, but through no fault of Westy's.
|199,999 . . . 7|
She just kept chugging and chugging along, happily and serenely. Call us anthropomorphizers, but our Ol' Girl loved those years.
And then, all of a sudden . . .
The Big 200,000 . . .
|200,000 miles, baby.|
. . . just like that.
The thing about hitting a milestone like this one is you can't necessarily predict or decide exactly where you'll be when the odometer busts her move.
|Nicely done, Ol' Girl!|
|(Maniacal Happy Westy Face)|
We shared a Yuengling in Westy's honor -- we still had about 400 miles left to drive home, afterall -- and went along our merry way.
|200,001 . . .|
The thing about Westy? 200,000 is just another day for her. A fantastic day, a memorable day, a day for the ages, but she's a Yeoman, and she still has to drive us home.
|200,002 . . .|
Which is exactly what she did. We headed north, and took that 200,000 miles and added another 400.