Good old Honda, you served us long and well 😢.  365,000 miles, over 16 years, with minimal trouble. T’was time to move on, as someday for me too, able to say, “It was a great ride! And in the scheme of things, no regrets.”
Hey, Paris, one of my favorite Honda memories is when you were at the wheel learning how to drive, approaching a ford through a shallow stream at the southwest end of Browns Valley Road – miles of gravel ahead of us. You stopped and asked if I thought the stream was too deep and wide. I said, “You’ll make it through just fine if you go fast and don’t stop.” You backed up a couple of car lengths, then put it in second gear and floored it. WOW. Gravel went flying, then water went flying, and we burst out on the far side with speed to spare. The three of us were yelling with fun, Frances hanging onto the ceiling handle, white knuckled in the back seat. You stopped, panting, as we all recovered from the excitement. I said, “Wooeee, Parnelli Paris!!” Then you eased back up to a slow Sunday driver tempo and took us all the way to the end of that road where it T’s into the paved road that connects the McCreery Ranch to the town of Hollister. (Your great granddad, Roy Herman, used to be the foreman of that ranch, back in the old days, when they got around mainly on horses, before the advent of fancy motored chariots with air conditioning and 43 miles to the gallon, such as mass produced Hondas … for the masses.)
~ Tim