I looked down at my odometer last night as I was driving home: 111123. I missed 111,111. Rats. There’s always 222,222. W124-style Mercedes 300E, I sing to you my song of love. What a great car. I’ve had mine for seven years now and she (yes, she) has never let me down. In the past four years I’ve had fewer repairs than my mom’s X5 (which has been disposed of). I cringe at the idea of buying a newish car. The pre-merger 500/600 class Benzs are finicky, BMWs are service nightmares, I don’t trust American cars even if made in Mexico, Toyotas are great but I don’t like the way they handle…I guess my favorite car besides mine has to be Ben’s mom’s Audi S4. Has anyone driven an RS6?

And it doesn’t scream “arrest me.”