Finally cracked the 200,000-mile barrier last weekend, after hauling it in to get the brakes replaced (only the second major repair I've had to make on this vehicle, and a whole lot less painful than the first -- rebuilding the transmission last October). Kady and I went out for a picnic lunch to celebrate, so I ended up rolling over the odometer in the middle of the high Sierra.
I think that probably broke the streak of accidents and mishaps. Which is good. This means I won't have to write about my car any more. I don't think writing about my car is particularly fascinating, frankly, and as a wise man once said, if you're boring yourself with your writing, who the heck else is going to enjoy it?