99,000 to Go

Crossed the 1000 mile mark today in the mighty Mini while whippin’ up the Saltfen Thruway to go see “Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs” (IMAX 3D!  Naturally.)  Still nary a complaint, unless you wanna count the center arm rest jamming halfway open because the coins inside rolled back into the hinge when I folded it up.  And she’s barely into her third tank of gas!

Also still nailing down the nuances of exactly how much gas to give her off a standing start.  Not enough and she rolls kinda leisurely;  too much and it’s snarl and leap.  Got All-Season Traction Control, though, so I don’t have to worry about leaving any rubber on the road if I screw it up.

And yes, “Gloria” won the name contest.  (“Gloria” pretty much won the name contest the moment the Empress said it;  it’s all just been me struggling with myself.)  Bummer I can’t get that on a personalized plate for her, though.  Would have to explain to all the neighbors, and everyone else, over and over and over…