extended metaphor gone wrong?

It seemed so good in my head...then it started to flow out of my ears and onto my blog...

Sometimes, in life, your odometer breaks. The odometer of course is that key piece of instrumentation that tells us not where we are going or where we are. Actually, it doesn't even really tell us where we have been. It pretty much just tells us how long we have been going. It doesn't count when we are standing still, but only when we are charging ahead. The unfortunate side effect of charging ahead so much though is that eventually it can not record the charging anymore. It literally breaks. Then what do you do? Well, you can leave it, thus having no evidence of any forward movement. The upside of course is that many people correlate age with forward movement, so therefore you technically don't age either. Many people seem to not want to age. But with age comes wisdom. That's actually the only way you can come of it. It definitely impossible to listen to an old person's wisdom and effectively take it and use it. No matter what, we make our own mistakes. In the process we get older. The odometer ticks on. So, you fix the odometer, and you don't lie about your age. You don't turn the odometer back. You unbolt the vinyl panel below your steering wheel. Then you unbolt the steel panel beneath the vinyl one. Then you unbolt the bevel and pull the entire instrument panel out. At this point, you shouldn't drive through school zones, because it is impossible to tell your speed looking at the wiring for your gas gage and the duct for your AC vent. Then, you go to pull-a-part, pay your one dollar entry fee, and search for a car that was completely destroyed in what may have been a head-on collision with train. Luckily, everything was destroyed except the instrument panel. Then you pay $20 for a $300 set of gages. All going well, you take that panel apart down to the very last plastic gear...they call it a "worm" gear. Its common for plastic gears to fail in 1997 Explorer odometers. Luckily, this was hasn't. Then, you put it in, replace the gage, add a few screws to your panel in your car, and Voila! fixed odometer! Then, you drive around for a few days just to make sure. Life is once again recording your forward movement. After another couple hours of bolting panels back on, your car looks normal...newer even because you wiped all the dust out from behind the clear plastic. So, you pat yourself on the back for being some kind of mechanical genius and for saving yourself 200 dollars. A few days go by...just enough time for you to recount your adventures to roughly 5 people. Approximately 17.3 miles after that, your odometer will stop working. This leaves two choices: go back to living a life of no record that you were ever moving forward or figure out a way to crush and melt your entire car (to assuage your anger) at home using nothing more than a microwave, some jumper cables, and a Total Gym Ultra (minus Chuck Norris).