On 11 August 2004, "Al Reynolds" wrote:
Sorry this is off-topic, but I read and post to these groups
fairly regularly, and I thought there were bound to be some
other sad folk like me who look out for particular odometer
readings (e.g. 654321, 111111, 123456 etc.)

Earlier today, my car was showing this reading:
http://www.bat400.com/images/odo1.gif (gif/53k)

Can you see why it's significant?
If not then this clue might help:
http://www.bat400.com/images/odo2.gif (gif/79k)

Sad as it is, I started to wonder whether this would ever
happen about three years ago, and it finally has. Now I need
to find out if there are any support groups for sad odometer
obsessives out there...

Some time ago I posted about how the odometer on my car
matched the date. It's been three years 50,003 miles since then
and despite the number of wierd groups on the 'net for obsessives
of all kinds, I haven't yet found one for people with an interest in
unusual odometer readings.

Anyhew, about four days ago when I filled up with petrol, I zeroed
my tripmeter and noticed that the odometer would be coming up to
a potential match with the date again. Unfortunately, being slightly
obsessive, I couldn't leave it at that. With 122 miles to go until the
odometer would read 160807, I realised there was the potential
for the odo to match the date *and* the trip to match the time.

I bought a newspaper first thing, and today, at 12:21, my odometer
read 160807 and the trip read 122.1. I took a photo because I am
even sadder than I sound. I didn't even have to drive around or
wait for ages ... I got back to my house at 12:15, popped inside to
get my camera, and took the photo while sitting on the drive.

Here it is:
Overall: http://www.bat400.com/images/odo3.jpg (116k)
Closer: http://www.bat400.com/images/odo4.jpg (160k)

Now I know the significant majority will think I have too much time
on my hands, and that I probably need to get out more (but not in
my car, obviously). Fair enough. Guilty as charged.

I just thought there will be a few people out there who might enjoy
sharing in my wierdness for a few moments.

Cheers,
Al Reynolds