2,190 miles (14.3 gallons @ $3.099)
[July 29] So I finally located a gas station with a normal pay-at-the-pump diesel pump, but ended up paying at least 10 cents extra for the privilege. The range indicator on the trip computer is surprisingly casual about telling you that there are only a few dozen miles left in the tank, so maybe it's time to think about refueling, please, before you have to sit by the side of the highway in your fancy new sta-wag with no fuel while a statistically large number of Massachusetts drivers on cell phones zip by; so the end of the tank kind of snuck up on me. Not helping things is that I've been sitting in a ton of traffic lately, which of course burns fuel quicker, causes more riding of the clutch and use of the brakes, requires that the windows be closed to shut out all the crappy highway traffic fumes (there's always one horrible truck), all of which accelerates the emptying of the tank. Alas.
The black interior is killing me, not because it's bad nor because it's particularly hot (it's not), but because I keep seeing black Jetta wagons with tan interiors and they remind me that I should have gotten the tan interior. On the other hand, I also saw an orange car driving down the street the other day, and it reminded me that I still can't get one of those. Can't get a pony, either. At the end of the day one remembers that these things are for getting you to places that are too far away to walk to, and nothing more.
Weekend salt air hasn't destroyed the car yet, but I should probably drag it to a car wash anyway.