Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Them shiny new Ford trucks sure are pretty.


I turn left, away from the Ford dealership with its line up of gorgeous new machines, onto the highway and blast up the hill with my arm out the window, dressed in my Receptionist Clothes, which I really had to dig for, and I think to myself what a bitchin' ride I got here.

One hubcab missing, paint flaking off the front fender, rodeo bumper stickers and all.

Step my purty high heeled shoe into the pedal.

She goes just as well, if not better, with a boot holding that pedal down.

I seriously never want to get rid of this truck.  Even when I finally do get a shiny new one or more likely a shiny "new" one, I want to keep the old Mothertrucker.  It's my farm truck.  I can easily get 35 hay bales in the box.  It used to be shiny.  Twice.  It was shiny 22 years ago when it was new, and it was seven years ago when it got a paint job.  It's just gnarly looking now.  It's been weathered.  I love it.

This is the longest I've kept a vehicle of my own.

So it's lasted this far.

I loooooooove my bitchin' nasty, paid-for, basically functional, 8 cylinder, X cab, long box, gnarly ol' truck.


Heidi Willis said...

This so reminds me of my daughter, who I am wrestling with at the moment over letting go of a dresser. She loves that dresser. Even though she can't close the drawers because the bottoms have fallen out. Even though it only has three drawers and doesn't fit most of her clothes. Even though it was made for a nursery and not a big kid's room.

She loves that dresser.

There's no making up for emotional attachment. I think it's good we like to hang on to things that have served us well. Loyalty is such a rare find these days.

Paul Tee said...

I had a car like that. It lasted way past its shelf life, betrayed me a number of occasions. But it shared history with me like no other. I knew its every fault, for instance never had power enough to make it up a steep hill, but if you took a run at it, then maybe. It had zero convenience, noting powered, but in the end that's what sustained its long life, there were no expensive servo things to break down. I knew every nick and knew where and how I got them. Not the push-in on the right front fender that happened in a parking lot off Dundas while I was at a concert in a hole in the basement wall.

Yes. I was bonded to that car, hated to let it go, but the bottom rusted out, and I was afraid to lose myself or a passenger. The motor still kicked over, but the tires were bald, the turn signal refused to stop clicking so I had to unscrew the bulb. The heater didn't work, the window leaked, and the wipers, well they smeared and couldn't move even the freshest snow.

It wasn't even rough and tough like yours. But it was my first and everybody know you never forget the first...

Anonymous said...

I hear you Heidi!! I have a 1995 GMC one ton dually that I will never sell. It only has 130 thousand kms and you should see the dealers drool when I bring it around. hee hee!!! It's got the requisite scratches and dings for authenticity and the horsei bumper stickers for rust coverage and the best stereo sound any where!!!! My kids will learn to drive on it because if you can drive and park and dually you can do pretty much anything!!!!