So I learned a thing recently that took a bit of the wind out of my proverbial sails. I was informed that my beloved Jeep will not be an antique at 25 years. According to what I was able to find through very reliable sources a.k.a Google, a car is not considered antique until it is at least 45 years old.
The good news is that my car is over 20 years old, making it a classic. Unfortunately, I was not aware of this when my car actually passed that milestone, so I was unable to celebrate appropriately or even cheer quietly to myself in my car when the momentous event happened.
The good news is that my car may be old (if not antique), but it still runs and gets me to all the places I want to go every day. I think it still looks good and I still have fun driving it. I have less fun these days filling it up at gas stations, but I’m thankful that I have the means.
Plus, my red Jeep has become my unofficial trademark. People associate me more and more with my car, which is fine by me. And one day, when my speedometer ever gets fixed, I will hit 400,000 miles and then I can celebrate.