After far in excess of 400,000 miles, the Explorer is finally ready to retire. The daughter is getting ready to go to school, so I pulled it in the garage to do a last preflight and it puked a brake line right there. I’ve replaced it, but it’s pretty obvious the rest are just as rusty. I could replace all the brake lines but it would take a week, and there’s enough other rusty crap that it’s just not worth it. So she won’t have a car her sophomore year (Or at least not all of it, we may find something in the interim) and the Ogwife will have to drive her to school Friday, but I will be a good deal less worried about her.

Meanwhile, the Exploder, which I have loved and which has given me so little grief all it’s life, is going to have to go away. It breaks my heart. I wish I had a project car I could stick the mill in, it’s in perfect condition, just like the transmission, but the last two or three years of sitting outdoors has taken it’s toll.