My father took the 240D out for a drive while I was at work.... I came home today to find the odometer had been bumped up to 199991....

the trip odometer had stuck again...at 99.9 miles...just like it has done a dozen times in the past.

My - APATHETIC JERK OF A - father had taken the car to Kingston to return some movies and hadn't remembered (read: didn't give a ****) that I'd said to him just a day before "The Mercedes is about to roll over 200K...I'd rather that you not drive it, and if you have to..make sure you don't drive more than 50 miles round trip."

The trip to Kingston and back is about 90 miles in total.

So, long story short, my quirky odometer turned out to be a blessing in disguise.

Tomorrow when I leave the house, I am taking ALL of the Mercedes' keys with me, and not telling my father That way he'll be stuck driving the box truck if he needs to get somewhere.

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1982 240D.
My name is Michael, and I am an 18 year old binge-drinkin', cigar-smokin', novel-writin', all around unsavory and unnattractive guy. I tell long-winded stories, and I only shave once a week, although I've had to do it every day since I was 16.

LOL. I understand you wanting to be there to see it roll over 200K, but technically hasn't it done so already? (probably some time ago?)
Humans, we're even wierder than our cars

I only have a 5 digit odometer, so I'm looking forward to when it rolls over to 00000 and I can have a brand new car (there should be a 3 infront of that I think...).
Funny thing though - my odometer works like clockwork. But the speedometer reads about 25% low. That's one of those things that will be fixed 'sometime'.

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1971 220D/4-speed ~250K mi. Family owned (dads side) through three generations since <5K miles.
1992 Chrysler LeBaron, 3.0V6 125K. Family owned (moms side) through three generations since new.
1977 Chevy Camaro Continual hotrod project
1970 Cadillac Sedan DeVille 472ci and nearly 19' long
1974 Fiat Spider Still needs work

Hush, you.

What I can see, and what I know are two different things....and besides, I am going to take a photo of the odometer when it hits the Big Two.

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1982 240D.
My name is Michael, and I am an 18 year old binge-drinkin', cigar-smokin', novel-writin', all around unsavory and unnattractive guy. I tell long-winded stories, and I only shave once a week, although I've had to do it every day since I was 16.

Instead of being mad at your father why don't you make this event a family affair? Take the whole family along and make a day of it.

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1959 Harley Panhead chopper
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The Story of Benzo's 200,000th Mile.

I was out in the garage this morning, with all of the wheels off, bleeding the brakes with the help of my father. After we'd bled them completely, I put the rims back on, started it up, and went for a quick drive to see if they were working properly.

When I left the house, the odometer read 199,991. When I got home, it read 199,995.

I went into the house...opened the refridgerator door, and in doing so, glanced at the clock on the kitchen stove: 10:55. I had a paycheck sitting in my car out in the driveway....the bank in town closes at 11:00 on saturday, and is closed on sunday.

So, naturally, I ran across the yard, jumped into the Mercedes, and put the go-pedal through the floor.

Got to town at 10:58. Stopped right along the street in front of the bank and ran inside. Score. It was starting to rain as left the bank, and got back into the Benzo....the odometer read 199,998....and I think to myself "you stupid idiot, you forgot the camera."

That's when I had a brilliant idea.....YOU SEE, the trip odometer sticks every now and then, and it keeps the gross odometer from turning, so I thought to myself "Alright, I'll just drive home and I'll keep pushing the trip reset button before it can register any distance at all."

So I'm on my way home, going 45 mph, jabbing the trip odo. every two seconds so it doesn't scroll any numbers....

the gross odometer rolls over to 199,999.

"****!!" I stopped at an antique store by the side of the road, went inside, and asked to use the phone. I called home, and my grandmother (who doesn't know how to drive) picks up.

"Hi, can I talk to dad?"
"He just left, he's going to the house in Fishkill."

Sure enough, I look out the window of the antique store and my father's car whizzes by. I called his cell phone, he picked up. (you won't believe this part )

"Hello?"
"Hi dad, could you turn around and pick me up at the antique store? I need a ride home so I can get my camera, the Mercedes is about to roll over 200K and it's too far drive it there."
"I have to be at Fishkill by 1:30."

That's right, my A55hole of a father flat-out refused to spare 8-10 minutes of his time to keep his son from walking three miles in the rain.

I zipped up my coat, and started walking. When I got home I was drenched.
Called my friend down the street and she gave me a ride. She also laughed at me and told me I was way too obsessed with "that yellow car."

Anyway, she dropped me off at the antique store, I snapped some photos of the odometer reading "199999." It turned over to 200K less than a half a mile down the road . I snapped some photos of that, then went home to dry off.

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1982 240D.
My name is Michael, and I am an 18 year old binge-drinkin', cigar-smokin', novel-writin', all around unsavory and unnattractive guy. I tell long-winded stories, and I only shave once a week, although I've had to do it every day since I was 16.

What?!

You have to be kidding me.
I'm amazed when crap like this happens and kids get pissed off at their parents. Guess what buddy, you forgot the camera. Your fault!!!!

Some people.....