Most humans develop a sentimentality with inanimate objects, and I like many people have developed an attachment to my 1991 Ford Explorer.
My car has become a fixture in my life and within a few weeks, my attachment to the longest relationship I have maintained outside of my family and friends will end.
With 236,765.9 miles on the frame I drive avoiding bumps in the roadway and approach curves slowly.
It was more than ten years ago or more when family and friends recommended and suggested I sell my car and purchase something they believe is more suitable for me.
What they didn’t know is my car reflects my personality. The car and I have shared many travels along the back roads and highways of America from western South Dakota to upstate New York, and now the entire state of Florida.
I often imagine selling her to a family member or friend believing I could visit at some point in the future.
However, no one wants a twenty-five-year-old automobile, so I will have a long good-bye with photos at the beach before trading her in at the auto dealership.
As a retiree travel blogger touring the US, voicing my wisdom, opinion, and thoughts about the retirement lifestyle and life in general.
I'm an aspiring pre-published indie author of baby boomer romance and adventures with a whimsical comedic side.
I photograph wildlife and landscapes, mountain, biking, kayaking, hiking, and backpacking. I travel the back roads and highways of America, Canada, and Mexico, documenting my adventures via print and photography.