Last Sunday my American-made Saturn hit 200,000 miles! The milestone was recorded for posterity; if you click
here you can see the big transition on the odometer (that is what it’s called, right?) Anyway, it was a very exciting moment.
I’m the first to admit I have an unusual emotional attachment to my Saturn, but only because I have the most awesome vehicle on earth. It was the first car I ever purchased entirely on my own. I bought it new in 1996 after my first divorce and since then, I’ve gone through a whole
other husband and more boyfriends than I care to remember. How many people can say their most successful long-term relationship is with their car? Huh?
Unlike husbands and boyfriends, I’ve never had a problem with my Saturn, though the guy at the Big O Tires shop pitched a freakin’ fit recently when I pulled in without a
drop of oil in my tank. I promised him I’d keep an eye on the situation, but because I don’t actually know how to check the oil, I use my psychic powers to determine just how many gallons to pour in at a time. That seems to be working.
I really have no idea what’s going on under the hood (maybe I’m not even putting the oil in the right place—who knows?) I just know my car runs perfectly, even though the “Service Engine Soon” light flashes on now and then, but that’s nothing that can’t be covered with a piece of masking tape. And another red light on the dashboard sometimes blinks on and off, but that’s been going on for like a year, so I assume it’s nothing to worry about. I swear, my Saturn can endure anything—it's the cockroach of the automotive world!
At last count I got an amazing 41 miles to the gallon (highway), and I'm telling you, my Saturn is cute as hell. Doesn't it look like it's in a car commercial?

Although it’s kind of small—it’s a two-door SC1 coupe about the size of a kitchen table—I’ve always felt very safe in it, despite the fact that everyone tells me I’m a terrible driver. Knock on wood—I’ve never gotten in any accidents (though I do hear them happening behind me).
Men don’t seem to share my enthusiasm for my beloved Saturn, probably because it’s a little uncomfortable for the big, beefy boys I tend to favor. Plus I hardly ever wash it, and you know how men are about washing their cars. One guy I dated said to me, “Linda, I love everything about you except your car” and I thought, “Newsflash, dude: I guarantee it will outlast you.” Of course, I was right.
I probably shouldn’t brag about my car; I probably should be mortified that at this age I’m driving a dusty 13-year-old vehicle with a dent in the roof (that’s a story for another day). But my Saturn’s been good to me, and I feel bad about the rumors I hear of the brand’s demise. Though when you think about it, I haven’t exactly done my part to support GM, have I? I mean, what would this economy look like if
everyone held onto their cars for 13 years?
Well, there’d be a lot of happy Saturn owners. Like me.
XOXO
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