Bailey? I'd be thinking more Ashton myself. Dogs not so big with the subtle, in my experience.

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Mine:

1975 Chevy Malibu Classic a.k.a. Bessie
(parental hand-me-down)

1983 Oldsmobile Cutlas
(parental-hand-me down; a.k.a "This actually is my father's Oldsmobile.")

1991 Toyota Corolla
(my first new car & I bought it on my own)

1998 Dodge Caravan
(our first new car as a couple & the one with which I ran over my own pregnant self; Scott came to the marriage with 1987? Plymouth Sundance)

Current: 2005 Saturn Relay (bought new) / 1998 Toyota Camry (maternal hand-me-down)

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hissing at cats when they are misbehaveing works. it does not work on dogs.

I am very tired. stoopid cold.

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1986 VW golf

1993 VW Passat (still going)

Both bought used with over 100k on them. And both drive/drove like race cars. Love VWs.

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Zenkitty, Elliot has been petted and is currently keeping my left leg warm.

{{Anne}} So sorry for your sucky electric company. I've only gone through one ice storm and we were only without power for one day. I can't imagine having to put up with it as long as you have. I hope it gets fixed ASAP and the electric company people (not the equipment) get frostbit and lose their noses. Rassenfrassen, no power power people.

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I have chocolate cookies with peanutbutter chips in the oven. And they will come out of the oven just about the time "Love Actually" is over. Adore.

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This actually is my father's Oldsmobile.

Ha!

I drove a '66 (or so) Thunderbird in high school, white with black interior, a boy magnet; it was my stepfather's car, and he wouldn't let me have it for real when I left for college. (Not a foolish man, he.) Then the Mazda, which I named Ahura. After that was a blue Toyota Corolla, with a moonroof. I never named it; I guess I never fell in love with it. My crazy BF killed it, and then I got the only crappy car I ever had, an old Olds. BF killed that one too. Then BF was gone and it was safe to buy a car I liked. First one I ever bought entirely on my own. I got a 1990 Chevy Cavalier station wagon, then three years old, because I fell in love with it on the lot and I knew I could fit all my worldly possessions in it, and sleep in it if necessary. I named her Nessie, because she was a big blue monster. I drove it many years, across many states and through many moves. It had almost 250,000 miles when I finally decided to sell it and buy something newer. I'd never had to fix anything but the alternator. On the strength of that, I bought another blue Cavalier, this time a sedan. I have not been as happy with this one, but it is reliable, and it's now paid for, so I imagine I'll keep it for a hundred thousand miles or so.

Anyone else ever get over 200,000 miles on a car without it needing serious repairs?

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Anne -- that's just terrible. I hope your power comes back on quickly.

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I named her Nessie, because she was a big blue monster.

This is made of awesome.

Anyone else ever get over 200,000 miles on a car without it needing serious repairs?

Wow. No. I never even got out of the 60/70K range with my Toyota before it died (right around the time they were running the ads featuring all these people with a brazillion miles on their Toyotas).

To be fair to it, I did have it forever. I bought it new in August of '91. It died this past Spring. I could have put plenty of miles on it; I've just always lived near everything.

My youngest sister-in-law had a blue Cavalier when I first met my husband. It was a good little car.

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My Golf died with 198k - I didn't have the money to even figure out what was wrong, let alone fix it, or it might have gone further. Poor baby.

Still waiting and seeing on the Passat.

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