108,000 miles

 The van rolled inconspicuously through 108,000 miles.

108,000 + 184 miles

I'm not sure when it happened, certainly within the past week or two.  It was probably Allison driving around with the dogs, evading the terrors of the nail gun as progress continues on the front porch.  I imagine she was rolling around town, possibly picking up Enzo from school, possibly heading the the store or another errand, just doing her thing.