This picture was taken somewhere in Canada in 2017. It's the 2013 Outback Premium 2.5L that I took home brand spankin' new September 10, 2012, ten years and two months ago today, with the odometer reading 000024. I lived in Seattle and my girl friend lived in Lynnwood, about fifteen miles away. She was sick of picking me up so I bought a car. Happy to report that she's long gone and the car's still here. In fact, as we were snarling our goodbyes, she said, "Well, at least you got a car out of it." Good'n!
This is the mileage today, November 10, 2022.
In June of 2017, when the car had about 14000 miles on it, I and my dogs took a ten-week vacation and drove across Canada from Mile 0 of the Trans Canada Highway through British Columbia, Alberta, Manitoba, Ontario, Quebec and New Brunswick to the Atlantic Ocean at Halifax, Nova Scotia.
Then it was down into Maine, Vermont, New Hampshire, Massachusetts (four days on Cape Cod Bay totally by accident), Pennsylvania, Virginia, West Virginia, Kentucky (where a cloudburst in Frankfort made all the cars slam on the brakes and take it down to 20 mph), Missouri, Illinois, Ohio, Nebraska, Wyoming, Montana, Idaho and back to Seattle with 28,000 miles on the odo. "Double your mileage, double your fun . . ." A friend had told me about Miles City, Montana, so I stopped on the way to take a look and ended up buying a house there. I hurried home, retired, had my mechanic install a trailer hitch, packed my junk into a U-Haul and made a U-turn back to Miles City where I arrived with about 29000 miles on the car. 14000 in five years, 15000 in ten weeks. And in my five years here, 6500 miles, including seven trips to Billings totaling 2100 of those miles. So I drive maybe 900 miles a year. I go to the gas station about every three or four months.
Red and Roo ready for the road.
In 2017, my first winter in Miles City, we had three feet of snow on the ground for months, cars buried up to the windshield, temps way below zero day and night. Nothing slowed down the Outback except climbing through a foot of ice and snow just to get out of my garage.
The world's biggest axe, Nackawic, New Brunswick, up Canada way. I also picked up a growler of mead at the Big Axe Brewery.