Cars, like people, begin to die the moment they are born. I don't mean the ones that sit around in museums and places like that, I am talking about working automobiles. When you drive one off the lot, you know it loses value, you knew it would fit your needs and you evidently liked it well enough or you would have looked elsewhere. One of the things you cannot tell is when and exactly where its milestones will occur, you know, like where it turns 100 or 1000 or 10,000 miles. It would be even more difficult to predict that all important indicator of 100k on the odometer. That is the moment, in my mind at least, that a vehicle "matures". Youth is a thing of the past, old age is somewhat yet future, but there is no mistaking that this is an adult machine, equally proven on the battlefields of I-5 Southern California and the Atlanta perimeter at rush hour, not to mention I-90/94 through Chicago.So today, not too far from the Nissan plant in Mississippi this sacred moment arrived. A Honda by birth, this one rolled over 100k as sunset sliced through the trees to our west on I-55. To commemorate her passing from youth, we pulled over and snapped a picture of the odometer. On this model, 100 thousand is really just broken in good. That's fortunate, because we still have a long way to go.
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