It's so satisfying to have your doctor or NP or PA give you or some one you love the news that everything is fine. You have a clean bill of health. Personally, the older I get, the more important this is to me.
Possibly the next best thing is to take your car in for a simple oil change and get the same good news. The time had come for my car's oil change, according to the little sticker on the upper left corner of my windshield, so today I drove it to my dealership, the one with the big flag out front, to get it done. I'm always a little bit afraid that the time will come when they say "Sorry but we don't service your kind of car anymore."
This particular dealership sells Dodge, Chrysler, Jeep and Ram vehicles but eleven years ago it also sold Fiats. They don't sell Fiats anymore, but they do still service them, at least for today. I have a great fondness for my 2015 blue Fiat 500L. It has served me very well for over ten years and I hope to keep it for another ten or until I know it's time to hang up my car keys. Because almost all of my driving is just around town I have only driven it 36,000 miles. But back to that clean bill of health. When the very friendly clerk came to find me in the waiting room when my car was ready to go, she quickly started listing all the good points about my car - great brakes, no wear on them, tires are fine with more than half their life left, lights, ac, and everything else is working just fine, and by the way my next oil change will be free. What a great check-up.
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