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HilaryP
Well-Known Member
- Joined
- Sep 28, 2008
- Messages
- 45
- Vehicle Year
- 1994
- Transmission
- Automatic
I know this is all guys, but I have to face the fact that the repairs my truck *may* need are either beyond my means or not feasible. The major reason this makes me sick is that for six years, the rear wheel wells were rusted out, probably due to removed wheel wells that trapped water.
Last year, I met these astounding welders who made "Ruby" look ten years younger. What I mean was, it wasn't a truck to make fun of or for people in rich neighborhoods to keep an eye on when I drove through.
(Like, last year, this lady of a different "color" lost everything in a fire, and I found a professional weight basketball hoop on Craigslist for her little boy, but we couldn't find the address in this unbelievable rich development. Me being the "right" color, I couldn't figure out why two middle-aged ladies were getting the eye driving around and around the cul-de-sacs. My friend got angry and said Just Go Home! and I kept saying, No, I Am Not Ashamed of My Truck!) We finally found the hoop, and it weighed a ton, but the rich guys loaded it just to get rid of us.
Anyway, I don't live in the mountains anymore, but if I did, when I "retire" Ruby, I would turn her into a planter or something like that. This truck and I have been through more than me and anything human. That's the god's honest truth. I bawled like a baby when I watched an old T-Bird get hauled away on a friend's flatbed (it had memories of my nephews when they were babies). So anyway, while I don't know if guys get this emotional about their trucks, how do you know when it's time to say goodbye? I swear, if someone drove to my door and gave me keys to a new car, I would be very happy, of course, but it would never take the place of Ruby. Maybe because it was the first truck titled in my name.
I've been on TRS in one way or another since 2004, and I have so many things to be thankful for. Sorry for being so emotional about a truck. Are any of you going to get buried in yours?
Last year, I met these astounding welders who made "Ruby" look ten years younger. What I mean was, it wasn't a truck to make fun of or for people in rich neighborhoods to keep an eye on when I drove through.
(Like, last year, this lady of a different "color" lost everything in a fire, and I found a professional weight basketball hoop on Craigslist for her little boy, but we couldn't find the address in this unbelievable rich development. Me being the "right" color, I couldn't figure out why two middle-aged ladies were getting the eye driving around and around the cul-de-sacs. My friend got angry and said Just Go Home! and I kept saying, No, I Am Not Ashamed of My Truck!) We finally found the hoop, and it weighed a ton, but the rich guys loaded it just to get rid of us.Anyway, I don't live in the mountains anymore, but if I did, when I "retire" Ruby, I would turn her into a planter or something like that. This truck and I have been through more than me and anything human. That's the god's honest truth. I bawled like a baby when I watched an old T-Bird get hauled away on a friend's flatbed (it had memories of my nephews when they were babies). So anyway, while I don't know if guys get this emotional about their trucks, how do you know when it's time to say goodbye? I swear, if someone drove to my door and gave me keys to a new car, I would be very happy, of course, but it would never take the place of Ruby. Maybe because it was the first truck titled in my name.
I've been on TRS in one way or another since 2004, and I have so many things to be thankful for. Sorry for being so emotional about a truck. Are any of you going to get buried in yours?
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