Look at this. I missed it by that much. By a mile and a half. 7,920 feet. Damn.

I wrote once about how I always enjoyed driving a car into the ground and loved to catch that moment when the odometer rolled over to 100,000 miles. But when my last car died on me unexpectedly in March my financial situation dictated that I lease a car for the first time ever, which means it goes back in two years and I have no chance of seeing that milestone. So seeing it roll over to just 10,000 miles would have been cool. And I blew it. I got distracted.

Now I work with a guy who thinks it's silly to get emotionally attached to cars. For example, Bill thinks it's nuts to take a car out for one last 'goodbye' drive before you sell it or trade it in. To him a car is a conveyance and nothing more. To him cars have no heart or soul. Talking to a car's engine on a cold winter morning to coax it to start is insane to him. Certainly naming a car would be ridiculous. He feels the same about odometers rolling over to 100,000 miles. I know I'm not alone in this. There are people who even take videos of their odometers rolling over to 100,000 and post them on YouTube.

So here's what I ask: To have some fun and drive Bill nuts, email me any photographs you kept of your car's odometer as it hit 100,000 miles and if I get enough I'll put them up on our page and dedicate it to Bill Doyle.
Send your odometer rollover pics to jeff.deminski@townsquaremedia.com.