My Car Won't Get Me Very Far

For months I have been struggling with the ignition switch in my car. As my buddy, Ben, and I made our long road journey back down to the lower 48 (2500 miles to be exact) I noticed that it was getting worse. Somehow, I have dealt with it before it finally seized up completely yesterday. I thank the good Lord above that it didn't happen in the Middle of Nowhere, Canada.

A phenomena occurred over the last few months where fine muscle movements in my right arm had evolved into a key turning machine. It seemed as though I had the magic touch. I was the King Arthur of my car, twisting the Excalibur key to ignite all 6 cylinders. But even I have lost the magic. It is no longer in my hands. (No pun intended)

It got towed off to John Watson Chevrolet about 30 minutes ago. I know the ol' Mali will be OK, but it's gonna cost me. Not the tow, insurance covers that, but the operation is going to be about 300 bucks.

Most people suggest I get a new car, which I am capable of doing, but how can you part with a chariot that has taken you to the far reaches of the north twice. Once even to the Arctic Circle! Who cares that the rear passenger side door is dented, or that I had to replace batteries, breaks, gaskets, and door locks. It's paid for. I don't owe a cent. Like I said, i know ol' Mali will be OK, but I just want to pay an homage to her.

Enjoy, with me, some of the good times we've shared.





Here's Erin, Trevor, Summer, and I making our first road trip North in 'ol Mali.






Fixing a flat after reaching the Arctic Circle.








Driving across an old wooden bridge in Hyder, AK.








Crossing the border from Canada into Northern Idaho.









Getting her first tow after successfully driving 2500 miles from Alaska.